Walking with a drunken gait, Chad Arlington struggled up the stairs,
With a threadbare coat covered in muck and the sleeves were a tear,
Scares on his face, dry blood stains reeked on dirt consumed cheeks,
His future seemed bleak sitting on his rooftop as the sun gleamed deep,
The pigeons were his only hope to keep his heart from being dead inside,
Their eyes flashed in approval to this old creature as their spread wings glide,
Almost committing suicide in the past, his feathered friends still passed,
Accepting him into their world of freedom, what he hoped for at last,
An outcast lost in the vast sky of dreams for he couldn’t break away,
It seems heaven’s angels answer without words as he leans to pray,
Pigeons white as snow come and lay on the homeless man’s back,
Giving him triumph and will to live on, the birds always travel in packs,
And he was a part of it, one with the wind and every aspect of the glory,
Alive in his own casket, he breathes through air holes to tell the story…

“Burst through the cage!”

He yells time to time, over the moonlit skyscraper he stands upon…
His shadow lurks through the streets like a giant’s would in the sun,
People look up in confusion to see what this crazed old man was yelling,
But only say birds flock away in a pattern as they all stand compelled
Their hearts touched, there’s no telling what image he left in their mind,
As the birds left, slowly flying away into the burning ball of sunshine,
Chad sits over the building with his heavy dangling feet over the edge,
Stroking the beloved bird while basking in the warm concrete ledge,
He wishes on falling stars as they zoom past in a colorful flash…
They strike his eyes, sooth his wounds and heal his gashes...
Light gathering, twisting around his limbs, he arms ravaging…
He closed his bruised eyes, while his coat is getting ripped savagely,
His spine jerked a bit, Chad couldn’t comprehend that this is happening,
And his whole body fell off the skyscraper, approaching the end…
His legs started to bend, breaking knee caps hoping to blend,
Within this extended fall, the flashes before him blinding his sight,
His voice echoed in the night, calling for his friends, no birds were there,
But his vocal cords stopped in fright; finally he was beginning to see the light,
He opened his eyelids and swan dived jumping out of his very soul,
The wind hitting him violently changing his skin into bitter cold,
Twirling, changing into a human snowball while Chad is turning,
Flipping at lightning speed as the frost melted as his body’s burning…
Engulfed in flames while the heat swallows him menacingly,
Then his chest swung open like the jump of fate was the key…
He was truly an unusual man as his ghastly full soul returned into his torso,
Seeping back into Chad’s body with a smooth gas-like flow…
He began murmuring gibberish as he mind grew numb in the core,
While fighting this battle against the atmosphere and it was winning the war,
But then a slight chance of hope as he saw his pigeon clan in the distance,
He struggled to speak, making bird calls coughing with persistence,
The feathered little beasts glide over with feet grasping his skin,
Tearing through his thin shirt while blood runs down his dirty chin,
His mind races, the birds try and hold on with supreme triumph,
Beaks like pterodactyls and nails on their feet like grown-lions,
He screams with extreme paroxysm…

“PECK AWAY AT MY SOUL!”

And the feathered demons carved at his skull…
With Exacto-knife like claws hacking throughout his face,
He whispered- “Everything is fine now…I can rest in peace…”
He had found his place in this sick and twisted world we call earth,
Just another fallen sparrow glowing with darkness in the wind at birth,
The surrounding grew silent as he the ants below morphed into humans,
Chad decided he was just another exotic bird in the zoo…he puts his hands…
Together and prays “Let God have a better place for me to adapt!”
He was truly free as a bird, as they say he’s no longer trapped………
He stopped breathing…no solid sound could be heard……………….
As he hits the ground lying next to 8 fallen birds…………………….

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Ghey heads.....

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Omg Elegiac doing text?!Never thought id see you doing anything but GFX.Well wow for your first drop this was pretty dope, i was feeling the emotions , and feeling but i felt you could have made your lines shorter and str8 to the point..and maybe alittle better vocab ..and it would have been better..but it was good drop

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Like I was saying in AIM...I can't imagine anyone saying 'PECK AT MY SOUL'. Imagine just yelling that in the middle of a crowd...