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.
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