Lyrical Bastard
Trapped inside the
feathered silence
of your smile
I falter
Shaky trouble and
clefts
that refuse to hide
her excuses
anymore
A cage of
metal mirrors
nestled
between
broken sunshine
Putrid rain that paints
your corpse upon my hands
in hues of canary
yellow
and bloodÂ
orange dead
I am blinded by fear
and
filth
and
cemetary birdsongs
Tripping onÂ
a beak
full of foul notes and
haunting whoever will
listen to me
and my pain
In those unhinged sighs beaneath the bars of your dirty fingers is
where I will find
rest
Touching the wings of severed harmony
and
explode into the
sky