The King of Blackbirds (Here He Comes)

This is another one open to interpretation.

If you have such a tragic life,

Then what are you smiling about?

I don't want to be a downer, but

 What is the keyhole on your right hand for?

Here comes the king of blackbirds

Who stabbed us in the back

The one and only living dead

I go crazy on a moonlit night

I'm not sure what brought it on

But now I've got cuts on my hands

And there's a voice inside my head that sings

Here comes the king of blackbirds

Who stabbed us in the back

The one and only living dead

I never liked the ultraviolet side of you, or anybody

I never tire of hearing confessionals

I love listening to them cry

You say you don't want to sink that low

Next thing, you're yelling "I'd rather die"

Here comes the king of blackbirds

Who stabbed us in the back

The one and only living dead

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I love the "eerieness" of the poem. Its not real creepy really, but it just gives that "feeling" if you know what I mean. Another great write, and again thanks for submitting this poem.

[Nadi]

Well worth the wait, its hard to put into words what I love about this poem but it just has a vibe, a feel to it that I adore.