Feathered messengers of death
Perch on twisted branches, in an endless chase
Pecking at a heart, left to rot
In the day's harsh and unforgiving light
With bloody wings, a grotesque sight
Attempts to unlock the heart, in a deadly fight
Pecking away, at its layers untold
Till the heart is nothing, but a mold
The heart once beat, now it's but ash
For these birds that peck, in a mindless rash
Nothing left, but memories and scars
Of love lost, amongst twisted boughs
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