always there is a yellow bird in my heart

 

there is a yellow bird in my heart
and he eats my veins and drinks my blood
when I scream in pain he sings a beautiful song
but i don't understand the language of birds
and maybe that's the cause of my anxiety
the bird sings after it eats
I cry after I come home
life tires me more every day
the bird lives accommodated, fed by my personal disgrace
I tried to put it in a cage, it fell apart
I tried to swallow birdseed so it would explode with fat
he made me throw up and be confused for days
there is a yellow bird in my heart
your meat cage stinks of blood, sweat and grease
he sings happily so I don't understand anything
and maybe that's the cause of my anxiety
always