The moon is out
Birds don't fly at night
They used to shout
Yet crashing sounds of hunting wings
Blacker than the feeling we call empty
Disturb the peace of my symphony
Draw my mind to gloomy things
As they point north, putting an end to what is past
I try hard to remember the time I killed last
Was it a few nights ago or just the other day?
Whenever. It's the gore-filled memories that will stay
Haunting
Not me, but them
The wings close in on me
And I'm not sure if I can see
The light of the moon
Anymore
Wasn't meant to be a groom
Wasn't lack of trying
Now it's lack of crying
Denying tears to brighten the blood
I see their faces with eyes shut
The birds are picking at my feet
Tearing flesh that still refuses to bleed
I watch them as they devour all the rest
I smile. I know people would scream
At their very best
Yet I somehow manage to make it seem
Like this is what I wanted all along
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