The Absence of Presence

Four wheel room, ulter silence My mind looking,for repentance These thoughts, filled with hidrance Hence over shadowed by nonsense I have lost dreams in abundance And wonder about my existence And all I ask is a chance To stop these dreams of penance I dream, a dead bird at first glance And i watch it, fall in a religious trance And started with death a wierd type of romance Or was it a game? A game of chance These two fought with remarkable endurance And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence And that's when it happened, the absence of presence