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A bird?
I heard from a tiny bird that my loneliness was absurd. So with a trap and
a crack I snapped its aweful yap until the bold canary uttered nary a word.
I took the limp flyer and stripped him bare, shoving his feathers into my
hair. I then set the pot, started the blaze, cooking the bird in the
sweetness of my craze. A whistle, a puff, two bites and it was gone, never
did a thought say that I was wrong. My morsel finished and intestines
yearning, my hunger was still yet burning. I grabbed the knife and marched
to the den, another meal was fated to begin. My wife read ever so silently,
my feet forced to match. I lifted my blade and severed her tale with one
last snatch. How good she was, I cleared my bowl, and then scoffed when the
garbage man watched her head fall and roll. Now I sit content and happy, my
cell five by three. Hands tied behind as my eyes stare with glee. How good
the meal was though it be my last. But whats this? My chains are failing
fast..
- by Nihil_Shriek |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/11/2009 |
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- Title: a bird?
- Artist: Nihil_Shriek
- Description: small little morbid diddy
- Date: 08/11/2009
- Tags: bird
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