Vanishing Birds
03/21/2013

Death is a shape I uncover

when my hours are lost

I may have to rediscover

What it will all cost

None could cleanse these dirty eyes

None could not stop them from turning
But you could share in their demise
As everything breaks into burning
And then back into order again
Like a memory of a memory,
Forever to send
Disintegration into our eyes
It's blood for blood.
And lies for lies
This is the death of my world 
I pray I will again rise