pieces of birds falling

you want to
fuck away my tears
and release me from
descended grace
so i may feel again

and we can hold one another here
like weary sparrows
too afraid to fly

and dance

gazing into the sun
and the regret that comes,
through all we've become
from everything we've done

gone shallow
on broken wings,
we're devastated things
made of coal
and black bleeding hearts
as we descend from
darkened clouds
to where we lay
in the final throws
holding on
to one another
as tightly as
we can
to feel them pumping
as one
beneath quaking chests

and our sobbing
becomes lost
in the
movement of
our loins
as we grind
away the guilty parts
of us

we're too afraid
to fly

our losing hearts
in another
part that seeps despair
where the wings tear
and leaves us
falling
through the clouds
made of empty breath
and shallow regrets

fuck away the tears
before they cry

make the night
shutter
our panting
gasps

for in this
we can finally die
noble
and whole
through weeping
desire
the parts of us
made of soul
and raging fire
we descend
and the world
goes fluttering away
like the most
perfect part
of
decay