I hear the birds around me shriek,
To reciprocate they seek,
Escaping what made them weak,
Spoken words leave discreet,
They make me feel complete.
At peace, in a daze it seems,
A crazy night of broken dreams,
A paradise he deemed,
Thats what he said before he
drowned in morphine.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
I hear the birds around me shriek,
To reciprocate they seek,
Escaping what made them weak,
Spoken words leave discreet,
They make me feel complete.
At peace, in a daze it seems,
A crazy night of broken dreams,
A paradise he deemed,
Thats what he said before he
drowned in morphine.