Birds can Cry too--

Birds can cry too—she said,

although they chirp and fly,

one may—be happy, but still

they cower and fear.

Only to tear for these

emotions never shown,

for the world frozen shut by gluttony,

to open it now—would break.

So it remains an icy tomb

for all those belonged to its chill--

and where love can never bloom,

madness surely will.

Insanity lurks at the corner

of our black alley hearts,

what’s to Fear but Fear itself?

that which drives apart;

all the brave and shinning,

like the sun—in joyous mirth,

but we lead along our misery

to swallow up new birth.

The world comes old and slows,

pain again—consumes all.

and around the fire we will tell…

of Earth’s tragic fall.