See the death-bound bird.

Is this the truth that we longed for so?

Wings beating desperately at empty air

we escaped what we thought was a prison.

Cawing long harsh screams of anguish, despair

except, it never was – we know now. We know.

Broken beak stretching out to hopeless skies

our fantasies shattered us, left us too far gone.

Fire in these bulging, sightless angry eyes

this is our redemption, then.

And the lone lost heart, beating its last-

this is our closure.

See the death-bound bird.