Bird of Agony...

Mystique420

An old clock died away
Like the heavens for which we pray;
It was lonely and grey
Like the ones made of clay.

They cannot remember the walls
Written on their eyes- can't remember May,
The clear day
When wishes were burned to nature,
Like petals of sadness whirling in their empty orbits,
Forgot why they came and why they are,
Just do what must be done.

It lacked a child,
Feeling the river of hunger on it's entire body,
Raped materia fading into shadow step by step,
At least it would have been warned before it's final transition.

Longing for a miracle and intuition
Where are the sounds of zither and violins,
Where are the sweet whispers of art and brilliance,
Where are the true contrasts and burning hermits...

They caress tempting blues,
Clawing into magnificent hues-
Searching for the sun within the skies,
Refusing to realize
That they're only conjured by flies.

Beloved
Bird of agony
Just eat away my being
With delicacy,
Slowly
For it feels ,oh, so holy.