10-06-2012, 05:00 AM
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Of cracked walls, I am born
Scratching, biting and beaten
Moved my position to keep warm
Hunger rides my frame
Blind sibling fights for survival
Losing grip I do the same,
No cover comfort here,
No swelling in my stomach
Should my ground be guarded,
before tumble turns to hurt
stretch my neck to be noticed
against yellow gnashing jaws
the calm of night, flight.
Of cracked walls, I am born
Scratching, biting and beaten
Moved my position to keep warm
Hunger rides my frame
Blind sibling fights for survival
Losing grip I do the same,
No cover comfort here,
No swelling in my stomach
Should my ground be guarded,
before tumble turns to hurt
stretch my neck to be noticed
against yellow gnashing jaws
the calm of night, flight.
Quote:original:
From the cracked walls, I am born
Scratching, biting and beaten
Move my position to keep warm
Hunger rides my frame
Blind sibling fights for its survival
Losing grip I do the same
No cover comfort here
No swelling in my stomach
Should my ground be guarded
or is it time for flight.