//hi
scars will heal soon
the dregs in us
spent the earth down
better than drowning
in a burlap sack
i live
as alice
i die
children shouldn't
play with dead things
foaming crows
tear at their wings
sad eyes cry crimson blood
drop it
it's dead
wheels won't turn
they won't turn the birdy's head
sad eyes
sad eyes like sharpened daggers
you'll never walk
only stagger
sad eyes
quite cryptic
bye.