dead bird
What`s surface is empty
Is probably empty
Inside
читать дальшеDead bird on a stair
I want badly to lay
By your side.
I tried to confide in
Cheap stimulators and wine
I bet that your life had been
Much bigger deal
Than mine.
What could I have done for you
Creature with closed
Eyes
I may call a priest and get
Funeral organised
By God you are perfectly sized and
Perfect in form
By evil I am the ugliest thing
That was ever born.
I stare at your motionless body,
My pulsing wrists
Dead bird, swear to God, i hate everything
That exists.
For years of you flying, and me drawning
In my deprive
See what we just get - you are dead
And I am alive.
Dead bird, from now on I only do care
Of how come you end up in misery,
On that stair.
You may even had a family, or a pair.
And I am a broken human
With no repair.
Still there are some loads of reasons
For me to cry
But what really pulls a tear
Straight from my eye
Is that after you had finished your
Final fly
No mommy or daddy was there
To kiss you goodbye.
© Kant Wilde