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The Sparrow
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Songs Each step I take
Is it real or fake
Does it ripple in this reality
Or is it lost in suspended belief
I can hear the whispers inside my mind
Claws tearing everything in sight
Is there no release from this
Goddamned psychosis
I can hear, but I cannot see
The Sparrow
It calls to me
Every time I open my eyes
I am lost in a different world
Who's to say what is reality
This moment is as real as memories
Take my hand tell me where I am
Who knows where I'll be tomorrow
Desolate lights fuel the nights
In the Winter of the Sparrow
Sparrow. Sparrow
I have lost all control
Sparrow. Sparrow
Desolation has taken over
A thing of luck
Turned to a thing of evil
A messenger
Into the underworld
Metaphysical World
captured between dream, existence, madness, and poetic license, the last being the most terrifying - a solid write - yr poempal, slc
Thanks, I'm glad you didn't
Thanks, I'm glad you didn't get lost in this poem. I feared that it would be too hard to follow, but I wanted it that way.