Resting on the floor
sprinkled with the shells of my fingers
Can't stand it anymore
Dealing with the noise that lingers
Out in the fields,
back in our home,
In places where nothing shields
me from the fragile sun's foam.
Below the sea,
Right in your eyes
Made me a banshee
Won't hear my cries.
I can feel my wings spread
as my spine cracks and snaps
Can you see where my flesh bled?
Under my empty flower pot.
Feather, feather,
dirty leather,
spread them farther,
Back to the empty flower pot.
It is so cold
I am so cold
could be their summer
it is so cold
