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May 2016 · 4.6k
S U B M I T
Birdy To Be Free May 2016
Bind my ankles with your satin rope
Keep me here for I cannot run
Cuff my wrists and hold them up
For I cannot fight when ur lips toutch mine
Throw me on the bed
And thighten my chains
Your hand closing around my neck
Shivering by your tender toutch, so cold
Leaving marks, leaving scratches
Struggle is useless
Submit
Submit
S U B M I T
Submit to you
For I am yours
To play with
To break

**An object
May 2015 · 567
You, my friend
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
My friend, you, who always was there
with, the knife, doped in my blood
wishpering, your loud spells, flowing words
silencing, your lies, for my eyes
shivering, as I lay in the ground
the bed, my friend, you made

I thank you, my friend, for we are friends
I'll gift you, my friend, my flowers
for you, my friend, will see the beauty
in every bit, of hideous piece, that may breath our air

Thank you, my friend
for only you
my friend
will understand
the meaning
another day, another year, another day, another night....
May 2015 · 512
Always Nothing
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
The work I have yet to finish
putted on the stand standing infront of thee
Glances of cold
smiles of hell
breath of frost
these looks
Nothing again I did
Nothing I am
nothing will not be missed

windows open
Wind blowing through me
birds singing
silenced


Nothing I will be
Words hurt my friends
watch what thee say
May 2015 · 654
02:32 AM Halucinations
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
Tears can't stop flowing
letting my eyes float above reality


it's not real
but still you're standing there
smiling
lovely
at my missery
I can see you ther STANDING
YOU'RE THERE. STANDING
It's not real.... hehehe...
it's not real...
"But my dearest darling"
it's not real...
Halucinations aren't fun
May 2015 · 1.3k
Staying alive (10 words)
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
Air is carefully flowing through my lungs
another poising breath...
It's night for me
every breath hurts
wish they weren't sleeping...
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
Sitting in the schoolbench
alone in  this room
filled with familiar unfamiliar faces
Never talking
always noise
always watching very close
listening to these speeches
Bleeding my arms

insanity lies in the corner of this room
and it crawls closer to me

tick... tick.. tick..

seconds aren't what they seem
hours aren't real
time is a illusion in this room

Only the ritual

pen on papper
writing numbers
writing letters that don't make words
No drawings
No poems
Yes sir
No madam

tick... tick... tick

Over and over again
bell goes
new place
same ritual
numbers
letters
no creativity
is seen in here

alone I sit
with my clasmates
doing the same ritual
that they call fun
what they call

**School
I'm there right now
twitching and shaking

get me out of here...
please...
May 2015 · 1.9k
deadly lipgloss
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
I held her close
her lips touched my neck
bite marks are left
but I felt something slipping away
but what I then didn't know
It wasn't her hand that slipped away
it was my beat
that was slowly fading
as I fell
in darkness
alone

*slipping away...
One angel can  **** your spirit
They aren't all as sweet as sugar
Some are like a poisionous apple
May 2015 · 3.3k
One feather in my heart
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
The rush
The energy
The spark
It's flowing through me
Making me shiver
Feeling like I should turn around
But instead
I press my lips harder to hers
My hand
Behind her head
I strike through her hair
As only the stars as our witness
That for one moment
Our heart beat
Syncs
And we are one

I opened my eyes
I could feel the rush going through my body
The energy made me feel burned
Burned by love
Everything was here
Except her
All I could find that was left
Was one white feather

I returned to my bed
As I layed my head down
To hide my tears
Alone I cry
With one feather
Close to my heart

I'm waiting
Angels never stay for long my friend
They move on

— The End —