Beautiful White Peacock

Admire  me all you can

Try to capture me with your hands

Stand with me in  the sun

I shall let you feel the light

Your skin shall become dark

But your soul shall win the fight

Your love for me shall make me loved

But it wont heal the scars

My vacant eyes are needy  and dark

But you say it’s filled with stars

My white raw beauty and snowy feather

Is much more than this rusted cage

Life is full of choices

All choices lead to death

I wonder if I will choose this cage

or choose to die in your bed

Honestly I don’t care

For this is all in my head

Life has always been miserable

So I’d rather choose death instead

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