A strangled cry
Echoed on a homely floor
Where angry, sorrowed tears are spilt
Left to lapse on a mangled core
Inside the only foreign comfort
A smell, sweet and sore
Coupled with a knowledge so scorned
That it wanes the tempted cur
To puddle its lonesome blood
Aside the candied hopes left for
The mourning, the flitted light of the window
A sleep, harrowing
That escapes where it is ensnared
A songbird silenced by an epiphany
Echoed on a homely floor
Where angry, sorrowed tears are spilt
Left to lapse on a mangled core
Inside the only foreign comfort
A smell, sweet and sore
Coupled with a knowledge so scorned
That it wanes the tempted cur
To puddle its lonesome blood
Aside the candied hopes left for
The mourning, the flitted light of the window
A sleep, harrowing
That escapes where it is ensnared
A songbird silenced by an epiphany
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But, I wrote it, so here it is.