and i can feel it pecking underneath my skin
with prickling feathers that reek of disgust
its wings are stagnant
and all it can do is keep

pecking

pecking

pecking

and it laughs at those who don't know better
and it scorns the ones that think they do
and it shows me the disease it has spread
but i am too melancholic to **** it
and its feeble wings sag around my heart
but it never tears them free
so it just screams
                                  and screams
                                                         ­       and screams