complexae:
Over trees and meadows.
Near and far.
Watching us.
Wondering about us.
Are they waiting?
For the right time to attack.
They’re present in my nightmares.
Beady eyes, sharp beaks forward,
ready to attack.
I’m safe.
That is until I close my eyes for sleep.
Art of Dying - Vices and Virtues (2011)Birds soar high above us all.
Over trees and meadows.
Near and far.
Watching us.
Wondering about us.
Are they waiting?
For the right time to attack.
They’re present in my nightmares.
Beady eyes, sharp beaks forward,
ready to attack.
I’m safe.
That is until I close my eyes for sleep.
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