dead birds

the wings of the birds of the dead
are just as forbiding as the eye upon their head
their feathers pierce the skin like needles
for they are the ones who's souls have been stolen
they carry hearts no longer capable of holding

in their human form, their mouths are stiched shut
so they can not utter a word of the danger
that she fortells, continuously feeding her hunger
they can only sing the songs of death and dispare
and hang over the heads of those next to be swallowed
she will devour their souls and their hearts will be hallowed

they will join the rest and obey the eater
their soul will be trapped and forgotten
their natural body left to decay and turn rotten
their name will be lost to them and all others in time
then truely they will be dead in soul, heart and mind
no one will even bother to try and find them
that which is no longer worthy of being found

the birds of the dead
with only one eye upon their head
the forbiding songs of these crows
will mark the destruction of every thing
they will sing and sing
as she, the eater
holds the souls of the world in her hand

the birds of the dead
with only one eye upon their head
all their fobiding songs
both short and long
will mark the destruction of every thing
you and I will soon sing along
to the deathly wonderful tune of their song