of moons, birds & monsters




Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder
The waves of blackIf she's going under
I can hold my breath till the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat, rat, rat
He's a rat!

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