Black Bird

You dance amongst the skulls of the living, as if you ever held a breath.

Blood pulsing through your ears, the noise never permits rest. Pain from all your restless years aching in your chest.

Pleasure eluding you at every turn of the page. Simmering down below; all your confusion and rage.

Stay put my precious Black Bird; for you may have forgotten how to fly, ever since you dropped the key to your cage.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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