A/N: I'm a bit unsure about this one... it just doensn't quite...work for me. Hopefully you have a separate opinion.

This Lonely Bird

Thick, crimson liquid
t.r.i.c.k.l.i.n.g through my fingers
Salty, flowing water
cleaning my dirty cheeks
(this lonely bird cries)

Loud, screamingvoices
running through my head
Low, hissing whispers
fading from my reality
(this lonely bird dies)

Distant, fading ghosts
haunting my dreams
Soft, gentle angels
taking me back to you
(this lonely bird flies)