|For the Daws To Peck At
Author: Whisper on the Lips PM
Othello insipired, angrily written. I shall wear my heart upon my sleeve for all the daws to peck at.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror - Words: 98 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 11-03-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2737645
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Then I shall wear my heart upon my sleeve
For all the daws, all the feathered fiends to feast
To peck at and tear me apart- but
Heaven is not my judge. Not I for love or duty.
They peck and they pull and they may pry
But they only feast upon a blackened a husk.
A hollow remainder of when I used to feel,
When I used to beat and smile and pulse.
But all the daws, all the feathered fiends that feast
Merely peck at the façade of my feelings.
I gave up heart long ago.