by Skyless » Sat Jan 04, 2014 1:46 pm
'But 'they' the people sitting there, can you introduce me. You know. Be my mouth? Please. Not everyone appreciates having to read..' she wrote. Feeling her warm sticky blood drip down her jaw bone to her chin.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.