kites and robots: my friend without a forehead.

[yourstorescue]

i met a bird under a pic nic table.
his eyes were gone and his forehead split in.
there is a window out there somewhere,
with my friend's blood and brains on.
we'll cry together beneath this table.
i am too scared to end your misery.
so this is what it's like to fly.

Comments

[hoboknife]

jesus. thats dark for such a lovely morning.

[dinosaur_crash]

that was beauitful.

[aly_chan]

splendid.