English poems from the bottom of my heart and the center of my brain.


3. Birdcage

Gackt - Birdcage




Tweet from the cage I hear,

blood is the common fear.


The sound on the edge of heaven,

minutes left are seven.


Trippin', fallin' down low,

my angel, you're too slow.


All the colors are turning one,

black is the one you'll see run.


In darkness I am,

Glad you don't have a cam.


For 'Dark' is my chair,

so don't you dare.


Just call me super odd,

at my side is God.


"No reason it makes,"

your smile just fakes...

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