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Birds of a Feather Flock together They follow. Mindless and numb. fly first. lead strong. A must, for that’s what’s needed Oh yes I’m told I must. They love me however… Why do they love me? For it is I who let them Let them fall behind Fear and pride Behind wicked eyes and perfect feathers A dark red stains my flock for different reasons A metal taste in my mouth I heard wings break. Yes. I even looked back once. That day long ago Where they looked me in the eyes Do they now know? I shouldn’t have. The air was cutting. I felt a sharp pain More now. More blood now ran not just down my wings But past my body too It’s the same pain you feel When your wings break I felt it. The pain I inflict on others I don’t help. I can’t help. Instead I fly Faster. Harder. As if the sky could forgive me if I split it open. Behind me falls silence. Louder than the wind. Do they hate me now? Do they scream my name? I can’t hear. Leader of the flock. So loved. So worshiped. Built on broken wings. Do they see it?
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC
Birds of a feather
Birds of a Feather Flock together They follow. Mindless and numb. fly first. lead strong. A must, for that’s what’s needed Oh yes I’m told I must. They love me however… Why do they love me? For it is I who let them Let them fall behind Fear and pride Behind wicked eyes and perfect feathers A dark red stains my flock for different reasons A metal taste in my mouth I heard wings break. Yes. I even looked back once. That day long ago Where they looked me in the eyes Do they now know? I shouldn’t have. The air was cutting. I felt a sharp pain More now. More blood now ran not just down my wings But past my body too It’s the same pain you feel When your wings break I felt it. The pain I inflict on others I don’t help. I can’t help. Instead I fly Faster. Harder. As if the sky could forgive me if I split it open. Behind me falls silence. Louder than the wind. Do they hate me now? Do they scream my name? I can’t hear. Leader of the flock. So loved. So worshiped. Built on broken wings. Do they see it?
Haven’t written in a while.
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20/North carolina
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC
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