I killed the bluejay
Who sang the sweetest song
I didn't mean to, but I did
And the blue skies turned to grey
And the forests are filling me with guilt
As I bury my soul within myself
Hiding in the house that Jack built
Salvaging what of me is left
I killed him, I killed him
He was so very cold
Rejoicing in his preening form,
You found him beautiful
Now skeletal hands will grope his breast
And tattered worms will love him
Yet he alone will have true rest
Beneath this changeling moon
I was the one who stole his breath
And I will join him soon.
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