Death To the Mockingbird

Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart, Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart. Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy burial ground, Taste the regret as it is yet to expel a gasping sound. And rise oh symphonic sun in my mourning put rest to the moon, Dehydrate this skin from deep within that I may die at noon. Searching for stars to blanket this despairs shroud of living, Pinpricks of celestial poison judgmental eyes are giving. Blood upon my hands stains jealousy in deep wrinkled crease, Saliva soiled dirt leaves an after taste that will never cease. Breaking the joints of folded frozen wings opening like a book, Laid before the novel ends I search for the heart that I took. Oh mockingbird you brought this battle a war I inhale victory, Would the devil rise with golden stained eyes celebrating with me. With weighted flesh, holding her heart, he examines my deed, Silently I beg come with me, success demands fulfilling my greed. The devil he does make his choice, strong cradled hands receive Welcoming the mockingbird, even in death does she deceive. Breathing to life from lips I longed to love, the mockingbird awakes, Flapping wings, resentment it stings, the ground under me shakes. The mockingbird laughs for she mocks me no longer, She has taken everything from me, and now she is stronger.