Sinus Pills

September 3, 2012
We were bound together by

the sound of silence
and in this darkness the light
is not the kindest

Our cries go unheard with every
flap of a wing belonging to
The Morbid Bird
if we are crushed then digested
with the taste of fire

Our hearts will burn as the sun

rises higher

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