Am I the Destroyer?

STRONG

Bold strokes
Tell the teller where the honesty and nobility lies

They tinge inside, but they can't release
It spits up in bits and slime.

Slice open thine head
it is where my entire world is contained

All those disillusioned figments of possibilities and hopes.

Foolish.

And I'd rather be the jester than the fool.

Live in the same device.

Confidence of a fast moving bright teethed bird catcher

And yet, it is all humor anyways.

Fitting all my expectations based on others conclusions

So exterior that I no longer have a body
I would fall in your dreams
I would be the dew that falls on your face in the morning
Or just fall in general

I just want to bring ease

Because I have none.


Andrew Bird-Take Courage