Flock of Birds
-The whisper brigade Pt.1
To You- watching me bleed
A phantom sways,
with the wind cruising through the night.
The eyes of this beast,
bleeds confusion out of every glance
-every stare
I am a scrutiny with parched moments
quite sullen at times because…
…I don’t know myself.
-so I become you
“Lately you have been strange…
…I wanna know- what’s on your mind?
Really!
Is it that noticeable-?
or have I changed color or something,
to attract you split second of attention.
Great I set myself up,
for a played quote that is fucking irritating.
“time is a burden…
…sometimes you got to be late.
-to see the truth of it all”
Please save your rant,
for another day-
Needing that rage to, come out your mouth.
Your thoughts are broke,
two cents?
guess I aint worth it for you.
What am I talking about?
who am I talking to anyways…
…now and days I mouth off to myself.
-becomes quite relax
Collateral damage seizes my thoughts,
squeezing my every emotion dry…
…thirsty for refreshment of reality.
My days darken as they go on,
the more I decide the more…
.
.
I
.
.
Lose
.
.
Myself
.
.
Properly placing my head back on,
to the shoulders that carry the same burden.
My eyes roll in “Whatever”
to show I don’t care.
For me- I can’t do any better
a pendulum swings,
half fast with a chance of me…
...still losing interest.
-of myself appeal
My heart thumps like a bass beat,
a bitch shakes her ass to- as a tease
Psh! tell me something I never knew,
My life replays itself,
and I only can blame myself.
My skin quivers,
leaving my remained bones shaking.
My eyes whirl,
as vomit hurls out my mouth.
behind my lips through the dark tunnel,
is a warm welcoming from my heart.
-which by the way… people say I don’t have
Bold-
Alone-
The pharaoh of dumbsville,
requests a heart in good condition.
shed your tears and leave your emotion
-on the way out
for me to judge the real you.
A casket pre-made is set,
as I dig my grave
There!
someone else lays six feet,
in freedom from this world retribution.
-close your eyes and count to ten
-“the paper I wrote my emotions on,
erased itself from shame…
…knowing that, it will just be crumpled again.”