Lately I have been seeing a lot of birds
I can't decide if it's telling me to fight or take flight
I feel each of my wings pulling at the undecided winds
I wish they would just fall off
Let me spiral to the ground
That's all I can feel these days anyways
I'm living in one big hypnotic blur
I'm the only one plucking away each of my feathers
Sabotaging my flight
empowering my downfall
At the end of it all leaving my pack feels a lot better
Than knowing one day it will be split in two
I am nothing without you
I also can't give up them
So that is what I'll be
The silent prey
Vulturing over my own dead body
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
