I Know Why the Caged Bird is Dead.

The caged bird's dead, it wouldn't shut up-
So we drowned it in a cracked teacup.

Grave of dreams, nightmare screams,
Is this happening to me?
After locked up in his cage it ain't as easy as it seems.

He was first blindfolded with "fearful thrill",
So that in the end he'd be easier to kill.

His wings were clipped, his feet were tied.
In the sand, his remains were quite easy to hide.

He once opened up his mouth to sing (ring a ling)
So we slit open his throat with a strand of string.

Decapitated, emancipated, unappreciated-
Think we all know his death was way outdated.

I'm glad he's dead- he's so lame, got no game,
Fun to maim, still the same endgame-
You just came.. Home.

Requiem to Life

What happens to a soul in torment?

Does it fester like Iago, bleeding for revenge?

Or give up like an embittered soul with nothing more to live for?

And then release its dearest dreams to the wind?

Does it rage like an Inferno, roaring through the nine circles of Hell?

Or reject its sins- like an innocent soul, thrown to the temperament of fate?

Maybe it just abandons all hope like one who drowns its soul in the Archeron.

Or does it reach Nirvana through its pain?