That Beautiful White Bird
That Beautiful White Bird
Shadows on the wall
A scary face cried out to me
Provoked me to acknowledge it
Hailed me to conquer it
Gave me some really damp chills
Pale skin and a blown mind.
I couldn't get up
I had weak knees
And a heavy shoulder
But why? What was I scared of?
What was stopping me from spreading those beautiful white wings?
What had made my muscles numb?
That pseudo warmth of the relations which never protected me?
Or the meaningless chasing around to fulfill the dreams which were never my own?
Was I so obsessed with making everyone happy that I just couldn't stand the idea of myself being happy?
Or did I envy the people who were so blindfolded by the warmth of human comfort
When I couldn't even find someone to be blindfolded by?
Was I afraid of standing alone?
The scary face was becoming scarier
I grabbed a knife put on my slippers
And went across the hall found no-one.
Was I hallucinating?
Maybe not
The demon existed
Camouflaged under my soul
It was not the white spot on the black wall
It was the black spot on my white soul
My adrenals were stimulated
The knife was still in my hand I stabbed it.
As it lay bleeding
In the red drowning river
I was free again
Like that beautiful white bird
Flying across the vast blue sky
On a quest of fulfilling my dreams.