be silent my bird, you tear me apart

you wipe my eyes clean at 3 am	a song you can barely hear	I breathe storms	Hear my eyes speak wistfully on your neck
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul	there is hope everywhere	I fall silent, listening. The breadcrumbs are talking about us	a beautiful little duckling who wants nothing more than to never grow up in the manner of an arrogant swan
only the hissing of the dead	the difference has blurred	Hold your breath until your heart races; imagine yourself breaking free	she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
she wants to believe	he calls me monster	she's a terrible child, and a wonderful monster	he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
and give it to me, in the dark, behind shivering curtains	Do you want to cuddle in my tent?	my castle of dreams, always surreal and strong	definite demise, she soars further, taller, stronger, larger
whispers of one scale upon the other	rusty feathers, wings of murky steel eaten clean by age	blood and carnage and her slow ascent	dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy

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