let the caged bird free
though you'll miss the songs it sings.
my muse is gone, he went away
for good, forever,
no more words will stutter off my lips,
fewer sentences to scrawl
i get anxious at this time of day
noon, where the light doesn't matter
i gouge my eyes until all that's left are the sockets
all this ice beneath my feet, but i'm yet to fall.

i have dreams of men falling in love with me
and everything is as pure as they can be.
oceans beneath the winds
faith beneath the sins
i haven't lost all hope,
despite the loss of you.
what have you done with all those love notes?
did you throw them away, too?

i'm alone, but that's alright
because loneliness is something i grew up with
no eyes, but i haven't lost sight
of angels soaring, or spring's solemn kiss
phlegm built up in my throat
from all the smoke in my lungs
often times, i've found myself in the cold without a coat
do you understand me as i speak in tongues?