I've lost the sympathy,
like the past twenty hours.
The taste on my tongue,
it turns sour.

I am not ashamed,
of the bird of the cage.
I'm ashamed,
of the on-going rage.

I will not plead,
for this lethal injection.
Sharpen my sword,
for I'm my only protection.

I used to like to laugh,
laugh at the rain.
But now my skin starts to burn,
I need to soothe the pain.

I used to know what I was,
but now your backs are turned.
I am weakened to the roots,
my stomach is churned.

I watched as I connect the dots,
like a make-shift puzzle.
The night grows longer,
these tears are puddles.

I've got one unpractical idea,
shown it in the light.
I'll get fed of this eventually,
let my wounded wings take flight.

I'm sneering in the air, though.
Like the memories we had.
I try to look back on what it was,
I realized our milk has gone bad.