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Birds

  • blackdove1415
  • Jan 25, 2025
  • 2 min read

9/25/23

 

What I love most is people who say they’re here to stay

It scares me

It scares me so damn bad

 

I think I’m scared of being who I am

Because you’ll just leave anyways

So there’s no point if you’re sad too

 

I’m done

I’m all out lonely

Nothing I do matters anymore right?

Just relax and give into your demons

Take the pain

Take it now

 

Can’t even look in a mirror

Am I only around so that

All your insecurities

Just look small?

 

Ice pick chipping

Chipping

Chipping

Chipping away at the heart

Prick by prick

Pierced slowly but surely

Picked away to bits by vultures

 

Vultures

Vultures

Vultures

Fucking birds

Everywhere they’re everywhere

No escaping them

Birds with black feathers

That damn Raven won’t leave me alone

Nevermore

Nevermore

Nevermore

 

I will be Nevermore

I am Nevermore

 

Reaching my hand out into the dark

Reaching my hand out to the monsters underneath my bed

Embracing them

Embracing the darkness as my own

 

Cold fingers graze my hand

Steady chill sinking in

What does it even matter?

Its familiar

Familiar

Familiar

Familiar

 

I’ve become one with the darkness

The cold fingers split into my skin

Tendrils curling around my heart

Moments past still scared shitless of what’s to come

What’s to come I have no idea

 

Idea? I had an idea once

An idea of flying

An idea of finally being free

They locked me in a room

A rubber room

A rubber room with birds

Black birds

The birds kept screaming

Their shrieks bouncing off my skull and ribs

Echoing into my soul

Damn those birds

They’re so loud

 

Loud

It's too loud

This insanity

I can’t take it anymore

Caw

Caw

Caw

 

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

 

Bangs rebound off the walls inside and out

Forcing that fucking Raven to abscond

Blood

And then its over

Quiet 

Black feathers drift through the air

Birds all gone

It's over now

 

Lucky birds

Can just fly away

Fly above all of the bangs

And the noise

Fly above

Above

Above

Above

 

Its quiet

There are no more birds

 

“She’s blurry again.”

“Oh. What now?”

“Nothing. Now we wait.”

“Oh.”

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