Night Owl
She sits alone
most days,
most nights,
pearched in
corner with
her pipe,
smoking rock
she holds on
tight only to
fade into the
light of the
flickering candle
she burns so
bright.
For night owl
knows all is
not right,
can't find her
way she won't
fight so, death
awaits her final
flight pearched
in corner with
her pipe that
numbs all
feelings, that
wrongs all right.
Now close the
door, the windows
now, lock them up
tight don't make
a sound, and creep
around quietly if
any should knock
you can't be to
trusting in your
spot.
So, let the tears
build up till your
weak in your
knees, and keep
on smoking to
the wheeze of
the poison your
pipe does breed.
most days,
most nights,
pearched in
corner with
her pipe,
smoking rock
she holds on
tight only to
fade into the
light of the
flickering candle
she burns so
bright.
For night owl
knows all is
not right,
can't find her
way she won't
fight so, death
awaits her final
flight pearched
in corner with
her pipe that
numbs all
feelings, that
wrongs all right.
Now close the
door, the windows
now, lock them up
tight don't make
a sound, and creep
around quietly if
any should knock
you can't be to
trusting in your
spot.
So, let the tears
build up till your
weak in your
knees, and keep
on smoking to
the wheeze of
the poison your
pipe does breed.
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