Flowers for the Soul

Inside the Cuckoo Bird

we are the cuckoo birds of society
believe me we already have enough imperfection built in
our lies bleed
through our glimmering façade
and we cover these tears
with patches of deceit

we are the cuckoo birds of society
our streets
are made of fools gold
and our towers
are of sugar glass
and aluminum foil

we are the cuckoo birds of society
fire,
when I gave at thy calm and commanding eye
you think
as you look in our gaze
but you cant see the demons lurking behind them

we are the cuckoo birds of society
we are yellow and
you see us as blue
there seems to be no color in anything
but you are blinded by the ghost of a spectrum

we are the cuckoo birds of society
blood runs down your chin
as you bite your tongue
convincing yourself that
this is heaven, that
this is what you want

we are the cuckoo birds of society
happiness will shoot you like a bullet in the back
trust will gauge your eyes from your skull
love will starve you till there is nothing left
hope will break your ankles
you will be left as a cold corpse, a smile plastered on your lips

we are the cuckoo birds of society
welcome to the nest