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The Owl
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Mario De Freitas |
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He was brought by the winds,
On the coldest of nights,
The owl of sins,
Who covered all light,
Blood red were his eyes,
Piercing the truth,
Of what was my fate,
Would I escape?
Paranoia was a given,
Anxiety a must,
Perhaps an insecurity once hidden,
About who I can trust,
He perched up on the edge of my bed,
With a smile leaking death,
Cracked open his beak,
Burst into a million things,
My eyes started to scream,
My ears started to bleed,
At the sight of what was he,
Reels of my memories,
All across the room,
I reached for the broom,
To try to sweep them away,
Because what hurt most was the truth,
I had killed her that day,
Took her wings and made way,
Onto a life full of sinning,
Destroying all light,
Taking life from a life,
Until one night,
It was the coldest of nights,
I knew it was time,
To rid myself of these sins,
The dark feathers I wore,
I couldn't bear the pain anymore,
So I followed the winds,
And found myself once again.
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--Submitted by Mario De Freitas on 2011-08-21.
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