

Little Birdy Little birdy,Little Birdy by ~CrazyVato
Chipping in my ear
Fragrant essence trickling through the hallows
Of space and time, fast-forward, rewind
Hard to find what's lost
When what's lost is mine
Little birdy,
Pecking at my heart
Such a strange sensation of tempered grace
With her I sing, melodies of love
She is not an eagle
She is a dove
Little birdy,
Eating the scraps
A hunger that can hardly be fed
Poison mushrooms, toads and cacti
Sing with me beautiful wings
Together we can fly
Little birdy,
Looking into my soul
A large hole blacker than the core
Of space and time, move forward and behind
Had to find what's lost
All I have left is mine


Wine The plates are set, silverware readyWine by ~CrazyVato
My hand gripping the poison, pouring it steady
Halfway full, halfway empty
I put the glass to my nose, tasteful testing
I inhale like a cigarette, swirl it around my mouth
Like saltwater, and then I spit it out
I can drink it every night, this blood of Christ
For every dinner meal, it tastes so nice
Sun almost down, gives a bright, bright shine
I cherish the moment, with my red, red wine