NSFW A dead bird.

[narcluciddreams]

A deceased bird, yet still alive;
Death or life - what he'll decide?
Often can he be seen, looking at his kin
They are happier than him, the hatred within
Comes to confirm, he looks for a hint;
How does the bird save his precious life?
Can he even cast it all aside?
Or maybe the answer isn't about rejecting the pain
But treating it like a salt's very grain!
Not everyone likes it, some even despise
It's briny taste, the nature's demise...
The cycle continues, after the night
The bird is awake, he feels like a knight.
Little does the bird seems to know,
His vulnerable heart has begun to glow,
It's light seems to be everywhere
Almost as if it was possible to be repaired.
Then, the time has come for it to fade,
For tormentors have come to seal it's cruel fate.
"Why do I live?!", asks himself our narc,
Only to be met with the very hierarch
Of the society, corrupted to the very soil,
His feelings continue to boil.
No one hears the screams of the bird, frozen in ice
People continue to enjoy his throat being sliced.