Boiled in a soup of gastric juices,
Colours washing from you.
I am the bird, you my prey,
Feel the acid burn.
/
You can no longer spread your wings,
Useless struggle in the end.
You never did die in vain,
The chain links us together.
/
I never thought I could grab you,
Your free flight was quick.
Well obviously, I was wrong,
You're floating in my stomach now.
/
Boiled in a soup of gastric juices,
Colours washing from you.
I am the bird, you my prey,
Feel the acid burn.