Everyday the birds sing their songs
singing their tunes of friendships, love, and laughter
fly back and forth tree to tree
house to house
I listen to them an awe
they always sing
no matter what
If its raining they sing soft
if its sunny they sing loud and proud
I wish I had their gift
just to able to sing
sing out of joy, and happiness
i can only cry out of sorrow.
as they fly down to eat the worms
i feel the worms inside of me
crawling, eating me from within.
I feel nothing
I eat, drink, do nothing
the comfort of the pads on the walls welcome me
the liquid they push into my veins numb me
my tears soon create scars
my body writhers
my skins pales
my teeth yellow
my brain drifts away
"I'm alone"
"I'm alone"
"all alone....."
help i soon cry out
HELP!
no one listens
I've drifted so far
that grim is the only one who hears
he takes me away
.. and I let him