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Bad Luck Birds

A blood-red owl and a pale white raven Sit on my shoulder all through the night The sun rises and they won’t let me be The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light Plague my mind Ever and for still the night Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall Falling farther and I can’t make this right. Little deaths are breaking me down It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound Of her eyes calling me away There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around, Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night The sun setting and I turn away I can’t stand the sight I just lost another day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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