Damnation and Discontent

I'll break the bird's neck if he doesn't sing
Because I can't stand his willful silence.
I welcomed you, yet you act so rudely
In regards to my lovely violence.

It's a Libra thing.

To find satisfaction in dis-mem-ber-ing
what initially did not satisfy you.

A fantastic fling

To free-fall carelessly in a structured way
Disguising planned sin as legit accidents.

Then straighten the string

And collide abruptly, flawlessly with track
Proclaiming to the crowd it was free-style

So, Little Bird, please sing fondly of me
As I ring your light body in my hands.
"He bit me," I cry out, "He bit me, see?!"
They call me a heroine from the stands.