"Weirdo" the hoards chant at you., "Freak, unnatural, not right." In your head.
Trudging through grey cities, blankly noticing the colour.
"Where's the point?" you question yourself. "When you love what's meant to be unlovable."
Betrayed and hot blooded. You were, are, like them, cut, buffed, blonde hair, blue eyes,
a picture of perfection. You rebuffed enough in the name of knowledge.
Lusted for protection, for the great black bird to stop hovering over you.
Swooping down when it sees easy prey, casting them to the deserts, leaving them at sea.
Caged within a cage. Just longing, weeping, looking at freedom like the forbidden fruit.
"I'm alone." You say to yourself, in the dead of the night. And you walk, just walk.
Not turning up anymore, not really. You're there but not here.
Black and white in a coloured world.
Until you walk away. You go to the allies, the backdoors, the abandoned.
Sit, in a corner, next to rubbish and orange brick wall. Your legs drawn up to you,
head leaned against your knees. Dyeing the floor blue.
And then comes Peter. You look up swift,
Seek his hair, slow your eyes to excite.
Knights, pawns and kings. He saunters in, smiling. Shift.
Darkness rolls over your board, tinged white.
You still look up for the dark bird. Is this right?
Need the key to the cage. Want to be brave.
Leaving sport. Taking poetry and flight.
So you speak to him. It's a tidal wave.
Like Apollo's weight gone. Things get on track.
Meetings in the mists and dates in the dim.
The bird’s elsewhere, there's a door at the back.
He sneaks in, through the dark, you smile with him.
He takes off your clothes, you feel hands swim.
Looks like Poseidon. It's summer with him.
He takes off your clothes, you feel hands swim.
Looks like Poseidon. It's summer with him.
On a friday night, you've been out, just about, nothing bad, you feel a little mad.
You had strong stuff, he keeps calling your bluff, you say bye, he's a little shy.
You kiss, don't want to miss. You're seen, by that girl, who everyone knows.
There's a flood, the night turns from neon to black. He hugs you, you stay with him.
Your calendar said no but it was going to happen. He tries to stem the flow from the wound.
"It'll be alright, trust me, what's the worst that could happen?"
"You could leave, I could be shunned, I don't wanna be hated." The black bird spotted you,
round the back of the cage for a quick snog. You should have just shot it. It can't really
hurt you, up there in the sky. Your legs are intwined, as you stay up all night. Thorns
on your mind. He strokes your arms, doesn’t hit the lights. A fire rages, a new bird is born.
"Did you hear? Did you know?" A text here and there. "What'd you think? What a waste."
You find an army waiting, spears are thrown, you take hit after hit. "Is it true?"
You say… Yes. They're mad, don't turn bad. "Why didn't you say? I would have been happy."
And those who do what you thought... the black bird chases them, of into the fen.
And you find that you're there, at that final destination, elation, you just had to be patient.
Summer has gone and you still look back. To when you were so secret, why were you that?
The bird was sent down, relinquished its crown, the new one rose, that's right you suppose.
You wander, but this time with friends, and you smile, at what you can add to your pile.
