Kissing the Blackbird

Watch the blue sun rise

Upon the dusty, barren ground

Shadows, of pure Indigo

Dash across the desert‘s place

Hide beyond hawk‘s watchful eye.

Feathers,

black as the mirror-image

Of my soul,

Glide slowly through the wind.

Alas, how I long for the feel

Of liberty.

Ain‘t it nothing but a fairy-tale,

Told to comfort the broken wings

Which never‘ll be able to spread again?

Imprisoned,

Beaten,

Sick of world‘s temper

Against me.

Clouds are crimson,

The sky‘s crying blood,

Spilled on once innocent soil.

I‘m sick of the hope you bear

Inside your decayed heart

Fooling yourself with fading dreams, yet

In the end you‘ll see

This ruined place

For I‘m loosing the blindfold

Over your eyes.

Alas, how I long for the feel

Of deliverance.

Before this sun will set forever,

I‘ll catch the crow's feather,

Black velvet of mine.

I‘ll rise, I‘ll rise just as the nemesis

And leave it all behind.

I‘m kissing the blackbird,

Farewell,

Wasted life.