The father of death

You took away my passport; it was the only passport that I needed in life
The passport to love

Every living thing is born with this passport
It’s the piece of life that beats the heart like a hand a bounces a rubber ball

It was evening there was a lake red sun waiting for the drinking to begin
There were silhouettes against the sun’s rays like a merry-go-round

I was waiting to open another secret letter
And inside would be some silver animals about to come alive

But like all passport controllers at the border
You didn’t want this immigrant to love you

So you had the pterodactyls fly in and take it away

Selfish bully, where could you go that I wouldn’t find you
Down among the roses as life turned to death

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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