Aviary

In come the vultures

Through dusty air

To take you down and

Tear the ribbons from your hair.

In come the songbirds

With bitter melodies

To sever all your heartstrings

As they light upon the trees.

This place can sometimes be so ugly.

This place can sometimes be so strange.

In come the blackbirds

In murders and in droves

To cover you in shadow

As they clean you to the bone.

In I come, a firebird

Don't offer up your sorrow

Today you see me crash and burn

But I'll be back tomorrow.

This place can sometimes be so perfect.

This place can sometimes be your cage.

This place can sometimes be so beautiful.

This place will always be so strange.