Mocking

The air tasted sweet For you a treat I hold in furrowed hands Your smile; a lie Your lips do decry knowing he will win He was walking The birds were talking The birds were mocking him Demons feeded on a soul depleted of nature's silent man Chameleon in life, soon you will die Hide for as long as you can You broke the code Soon you will know Time marches to your end He was walking The birds were talking The birds were mocking him Demons feeded on a soul depleted of nature's silent