I sit here thinking,
Middle of the night thoughts.
My mind begins to drift,
Up up and away.
It flies away as if a bird in the sky,
But it isn't the bird.
It's the prey,
Lifeless in it's claws.
So here we are,
Hanging in the sky.
Dangling being stabbed,
Knowing I'll soon be devoured.
Devoured by my thoughts.
