The Canary with Black Lungs

The Canary with Black Lungs

Caged Bird Brought in to Replace the Last One

…With My First Breath…

Divinely chosen I embraced my new throne of gold

Bespeak to me of bespoken ballads to warm your ears

Innate love and wisdom I freely pour out for you

Treat me heavenly and I will graciously guide your spirit for eternity

Harmonies of my ancestors run through my blood

Beautiful notes rang out towards celestial beings

Kinnara and Kinnari hear my songs

You longed for our melodies

All seeing eyes blinded by visions of mirage

Prophetic hindsight masked with silk and satin

Deceitful lies dripped from the serpent’s tongue down venule walls

Cherry red cruor turned to cracked obsidian

Soulless

Cold blue eyes stared back

Pillaged bloodlines splattered into an urban mosaic

Once pure creatures shackled to their vices

Piercing falsettos crescendo reluctantly to the floor

Tones fall silently upon deaf ears

A forewarning

Does the creator despise its creation?

Or fear the inevitable?

Swimming in circles

deep within pools of sadomasochism

Compulsion of revulsion of thyself

Averting my gaze in horror

I weep for us

Rose tinted lenses peeled back to reveal the smoke and mirrors

My disgust overcome with mourning

I longed for you

That which has been spoken

Our predestined end

The cuckoo broods within the nest of the brooding canary

Parasitic trifecta,

The prideful Father roosts over the son,

Paralysis of the soul,

Acedia taking root,

An insatiable appetite of envious thoughts

A once beautiful melody stripped to the carcass

With a strained bellow, the canary sang a song that was no longer its own

…With My Last Breath…

Divinely chosen I embraced my new cage of gold

Bespeak to me of bespoken ballads to warn your ears

Innate love and wisdom I freely pour out for you

Treat me dreadfully and I will graciously guide your spirit for eternity

The Canary with Black Lungs

Caged Bird Brought in to Replace the Last One