Dead, winged creations

He feels himself
Through the alien thought
But is becoming desperate
That there's no way out
The ghost frequency
Visits him every day
Lays its invisible hands
Around his neck
'Till he slowly chokes

Love leaves him sleeping
But he wants her to awake him
He would rise and shine

He dreams of traveling away
Upon the ocean or in the air
But he's stuck in this town
Collecting dead birds
Every morning
He usually names every
Dead, winged creation
Carves it into a stone
Before he buries them

Love leaves him sleeping
But he wants her to awake him
He would rise and shine

Serving angels an awful meal
He knows it sucks
But they still eat it
Angels are cowards
And it's not really nice
To lie him in his face
Leave him with grace
And never return

Love leaves him sleeping
But he wants her to awake him
He would rise and shine



Credits
Writer(s): Sindri Brathen Mehl
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