there is no food to eat, all the money has been wasted
on this parade you called sleep
only you don’t know that i can’t dream, it just believes
that some part of me is skin-deep
this is only the beginning. ; |

all alone we'll be just finerain covered your bodyall alone we'll be just fine by ~ghearradh
like skin covered mine
{ its just another day; }
the wind in your hair
stars in your eyes
{ i didn't know what happened to you
or your pale blue wrists; }
the forest in your heart is pounding
on the door to the ocean in mine

dead birds.dead birds litter the streetdead birds. by ~ghearradh
with their broken wings,
the blood from their claws.
the children will cup the birds in their
tiny hands and smooth the feathers
back into place.
they will carry them to the river,
setting the birds free once more.
but what they don’t know is that,
when they walk away,
the birds will only sink.
allow me to show you what i do. ; |
