THE BIRD

In POPNIHILISM

Body and skin
shows what we have within.
Every little scar
shows us who we are.

Maybe there’s a bird
locked in the cage.
Maybe you have heard,
the sounds that it makes.

And you never let it out,
cause your afraid it will shout.
Afraid it will fly
fly and then die.

And your own little world,
will rot in the grave,
body rot to soil
and nothing will remain.

Cause you never let it out
and never let it shout
never let it show,
which is pointless now.

Your fear is to big
and your ego is to weak,
that nobody will know,
what it is that you seek.

The bird will be locked
in the cage.
Just like you,
as you age.

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