There is a bird perched inside this calcified frame.
It sits in the dark, in place of the heart
Where it once sang the sweetest of songs
But now it's grown old
It's flight privileges sold
To the monster who clipped it's wings
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
There is a bird perched inside this calcified frame.
It sits in the dark, in place of the heart
Where it once sang the sweetest of songs
But now it's grown old
It's flight privileges sold
To the monster who clipped it's wings
