Madness
My chest is being tickled by the feathers of a caged bird
It flaps it's wings with desperation
As it chirps morbid melodies that can't be heard
I don't want to let him go
He's the only thing I feel
It dosent know and it will never be told
What I'll do when he's gone,
I don't know,
and I never will
It's been a while since he's been in there
Its addicting,flutters that scratch my chest
The sad melodies he sings to forget
The nights I stay awake with no rest
I'm in love with the madness
To it, I surrender all consent.
This poem is about:
Me