Broken Bird

Drop of sunlight
Thirst for love
Take this with you
Little dove

Pluck your feathers
One by one
One will bleed
Oh, what have you done

Shameful disguise
Disgusted and feared
Insightful yet pretty
Little dove - you appeared

And nothing to nourish
Why not taste your blood?
I must ask you to rip yourself apart

Fearful dove
Broken beak
Lustful love
Violence shriek

They see you
Just like you never wanted to be seen
You're free too
But not that what you wanted to be

Let's get you a stage
But we'll make it more fun
What? I don't see a cage
You can still feel the sun

You know how they like it
So do what they say
Featherless dove
Now has to obey

Delightful bones
Rattling like stones
Enjoyable weak
You're at my peak

No beak to scream
No feathers to fly
Little dove thinks it has to die

But the punishment was to stay alive

Be useful
Remindfull
Yet kind from heart
I want to see your guts fall apart

Crowd's been enjoying the bleeding view
Most of them are leaving but few
The show - might be over soon

For the last thoughts of dignity
You may even want to flee
But...
"Dance, little ugly dove!" They scream
So you be who they want you to be
Until you're useless and they carefree

It's all your fault, my little dove
You yourself had thirst for love
They gave attention and the lust
You had just to do what you must

And little dove
Parched by "over love syndrome"
Is still in search for a new home
But in between the dirt it dies alone.