Slipping in and out
My consciousness; I am tired,
I can't breathe it's choking me;
Your filthy hope, dirty promise of pleasure
Let go, run away from your sinful embrace.
The bird is suffocating,
Chirping, clawing, hitting its small head
Again and again against the caged door;
Desperate to fly, determined to be free;
Days are passing, by time is running out.. She needs home; a big tree.
Hey! take it off me;
Fancy a silk dress burning on your skin,
Now I am not fine, thank you.
My attire primal and old, yet so healthy!
I am simple as soil,
I grow and let grow;
Why, you dear friend, reject to do so?
©kshanika
K