like the wings of a thousand birds
fluttering in my mind
each thought creates this mad sound
that fills me with until my mind will explode
desperate to slow them lest the dangerous ones come
like a hard swift nail
tainted ugly and filled with regret
the soft slapping of a thousand wings
on the fetid air
feel the disease as it crept in and nestled beinth your skin
it was warm with a smile and comfort of caring

a thousand rampant thoughts overwhelm
beating softly at your mind
beating you to death
and the dark ones come now
the ones that frighten with visions
of things you just cannot bear alone
and are too ashamed to speak of
the dark ones that bleed you of your strength
and stir uncomfortable things in your lusts

again you try desperately to
slow thoughts to keep the dangerous ones at bay
hope that it wont crawl out till your done
hope it wont show its face till you are alone in your bed
safe under the covers
where no-one can see
where they cant hear
the wings of a thousand fluttering thoughts
beating softly at your mind
beating you softly to death