Is love bad?
is love good?
a conforting feeling for the mad
sweet, bitter and missunderstood,
hovering around when unwanted
hard to understand and conprehend
contantly making us feel daunted.
Now the birds inner darkness fade away
the cage opens up
as the light seems to be here to say,
there is no more need to drink from the blood cup
the bird can now fly over the wall
it is now easy to reach the other side
no matter how big it is, how tall.
the beast is now complete.
