There is quiet in the shadows,
These shadows in my mind,
But voices haunt the echoes
Of what we shared when we were blind.
And around wells of sorrow
Gleams a damp and weary light,
Gleaming tears of agony
That stream on throughout the night.
Only half a soul in darkness,
The dimness of each word,
Falters in the silence—
The killing of the birds.
But I see you in the dungeon,
Weeping with this corpse,
That writhes in the missing
Of you, while the worlds morphs
Into demons…
With fangs bared and laughing
Laughing at the death,
Laughing at the torture
They create with just their breath.
Hear me among the voices
Confusing in your mind,
Hear me, I beg you recall,
What we shared when we were blind.
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Submission Name: The Killing Of The Birds
