Birds of a Feather
When your passionate-lies become you
I cannot resist you; to speak experienced
to your tell-tale lies, lie Raven Ever More.
The game of love, of Doves as lovers is over
get used to it; it never ends, what is not there
the love between Doves and Ravens, evermore.
Birds of the same feather can fly together, not us
for I am a Peacock, and your a Raven Never More
never to knock on my door, I changed the lock again.
Now forever, I bar your passions your cries evermore
I once let you into this heart, you pecked at, nevermore
cry your Raven cries evermore, nevermore to peck-at me.
Never leave me, nevermore all your lies, all my eyes to see
your black heart to leave nevermore, nevermore to fly-away
I did it and admit to it never the same, evermore to-be caged.