Buho Blanco / White Owl
When it came knockingIt came dragging its feet
No proper introduction
Underneath it's wings
The absence of a stimulating conversation
Caught between rapid heart beats
So disturbing to a mind
that has become unhealthy
Who goes there?
The enemy peeps in to watch over my mental state of being
Round eyes convincing me with every sinister blink
That living has never been a part of my world
My soul at best has been dwelling inside of a
Carcass shell.
Just like a feather falling from it's wing
I find discomfort in losing the ominous part of me
Tucked so deep underneath perfect white hospital sheets
I have no choice but to befriend agony
"Who" is all that it says to me...
"Who" is all that it says to me...
Set a drift on a depressing haze
I get chills as it flies overhead
Sorrow leaks from open sores
Like sharp talons scratching at my doubtful thoughts
Intensifying my fear of the unknown even more
Who goes there?
"Who" is all that it says to me.
"Who" is all that it says to me.
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