Skyybird

A pain...deep inside.

A wound inflicted in a moment of hate.

Images, feelings, replay like old movies.

Frustrated words spinning inside your head

Circling like the vultures of an arrid and relentless dessert.

Voices pushing you forward into the abyss.

Twisted faces with evil eyes closing in

Tortured voices uttering the historic remnents of life.

They wont be quiet, words of poison, ...