the nightingale sharpens it's wing  2012

a nightingale sat on my ear and whispered "choose" and flew away..."that's what i want" i said to my self..."i want to fly"...so i climped on the highest rooftop stepped on the thick smoke from the chimney and entered the blackmouth of the sky. The nightingale sharpened it's wing and cut it's throat. Blood spilled on sky's body...dripping down to earth...it tasted bitter-s...