Aviary
Donna Lynch / Ego Likeness
In come the vultures
Through dusty air
To take you down and
Tear the ribbons from your hair
In come the songbirds
With bitter melodies
To sever all your heartstrings
As they light upon the trees
This place can sometimes be so ugly
This place can sometimes be so strange
In come the blackbirds
In murders and in droves
To cover you in shadow
As they clean you to the bone
In I come, a firebird
Don't offer up your sorrow
Today you see me crash and burn
But I'll be back tomorrow
This place can sometimes be so perfect
This place can sometimes be your cage
This place can sometimes be so beautiful
This place will always be so strange