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