In my chest there is a bird
Who's fluttering spurs all my words
A muffled song her sorrows sing
In ribcage trapped a fragile thing
My body is a birdcage
And butterflies, those wicked things
They dart around on razor wings
My insides now all ribbons be
My body is a birdcage
Translucent skin on hallow bones
And as time goes emptiness grows
A song once sung now no one knows
My body is a birdcage
Now windswept ribs begin to bleach
Sandshifted joints begin to preach
The heavens high a bird does reach
From what was once a birdcage
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
In my chest there is a bird
Who's fluttering spurs all my words
A muffled song her sorrows sing
In ribcage trapped a fragile thing
My body is a birdcage
And butterflies, those wicked things
They dart around on razor wings
My insides now all ribbons be
My body is a birdcage
Translucent skin on hallow bones
And as time goes emptiness grows
A song once sung now no one knows
My body is a birdcage
Now windswept ribs begin to bleach
Sandshifted joints begin to preach
The heavens high a bird does reach
From what was once a birdcage
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