little bird, i'll clip your wings
i'll prevent you from wandering far
my target you are, little bird
you're everything that's right in this world, little bird
perhaps clipping your wings is to set you free
is this not sad for you, little bird?
obsession, to give it a name
fixated on your wings
those of which i've taken from you
i fear not of what's happened to you,
your wings were the last of my concern
but your wings - they scared me
i am fearing of what's to come,
for what can a bird do without its wings?
i'll keep them for myself,
display them in ways you could never notice
hold them for safekeeping
for you will never have to fly again
believe not this is for you
everything i do is for you
could you grant me the pleasure
in savoring your empty back?
please, oh please give me what i desire, little bird
i long to rid you of your wings
give me the sword to strike into you and they will be gone,
hilt to your back
and blade grounded so deep it's seeping red
you bleed
it's not painful, i assume
for your wings came right off and into my ready hand
i show them to you,
once,
twice,
and you seem to not cry for them back
why is that, little bird?
is it because i was setting you free?
or because now we stand and mock them,
hand in hand
cut wing in cut wing
they're pitiful
the wings i took from you
they were weighing you down, beaten
know that you're curable
and my sword in your back is the only antidote i could think of
allow yourself to feel, little bird
i won't let you fall,
no matter how many gaps open on the floor
i will teach you to jump over them,
to live this new life without your wings
here's to forever, my little bird
those feathers of yours will never be plucked
i've taken them
and while you can see them
i forbid you to request for them back
and i'm sorry, little bird
that i want your wings for myself
cast them away
and shelter you from the predator
