Does it make you want to throw up to see the oil in wounded feathers
Diving like a planecrash as heavy as this weather
Now crawling in our concrete: Too severe to survive
Too severe to fly with broken wings
I try to hide reality in poetry
While the birds avoid to sing for us in symphony
Who will you judge when you've lost your judgement?
Who will you judge when you've lost it all?
Here we are with our heads hanging in government yarn. Fake & false information that we think we understand. We can't stand another day, but we do it anyway.
Slowly diving like a feather in the middle of the day
Now crying on our concrete: Too severe to survive
Still asking why we still are here
Writing another stupid poem about how broken we must be