| My death I foresee Like a bird caught bleeding in a oil drum Her eyes shine with sheen, sparking in a heavenly green One glance on her two diamond orbital jewels made me dumb She left my heart empty in oblivion Cast aside like I was nothing My eyes filled with rivers of tears stinging from the scent of onions She thought of me as softening Shrillness, Coolness, Buzz- ing, breezes She ’ s all I have left It is a pain I must endure Sir My heart robbed from this theft Oh, I how I with for the end My sweet, feathered bird has ascended. |