i feed her my words
like you'd feed someone sick
the pills as their ailment
i feed her my love
like you'd feed a baby bird
its life frail and in lament
the mother's dead
the baby's chirping
the birds all say
that this is working
i feed her my ideas
like you'd feed a toddler
with spoon in hand; shakingly
i feed her my death
like you'd feed the poor
standing on corners, begging; incessantly
this is working
i believe it now
i see it working
but can't see how
i feed her life,
as you'd feed me.
i feed her knowledge,
and set her free.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
i feed her my words
like you'd feed someone sick
the pills as their ailment
i feed her my love
like you'd feed a baby bird
its life frail and in lament
the mother's dead
the baby's chirping
the birds all say
that this is working
i feed her my ideas
like you'd feed a toddler
with spoon in hand; shakingly
i feed her my death
like you'd feed the poor
standing on corners, begging; incessantly
this is working
i believe it now
i see it working
but can't see how
i feed her life,
as you'd feed me.
i feed her knowledge,
and set her free.
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