Chronicals of a lonely man
the rain had fallen,
leaving everything a glistening wet behind,
the drops fell off of the windowsill,
drip drip drip
Where a bird lay perched,
Its sleek black feathers matched the dreary scene,
It feet tapped the metal,
tap tap tap
The bird with the wicked face,
lonely the man inside the house,
and scratched the window,
screech screech screeh
The man's eyes followed the sound to that haunted window,
to see the bird with the wicked face,
the very same one that had witnessed his wifes' death
stomp stomp stomp
The man hated that bird,
so he decided to kill it,
on that very dreary day,
Boom boom boom
The birds blood was splattered
on pices of shattered glass
the blood fell from the windowsill
drip drip drip
leaving everything a glistening wet behind,
the drops fell off of the windowsill,
drip drip drip
Where a bird lay perched,
Its sleek black feathers matched the dreary scene,
It feet tapped the metal,
tap tap tap
The bird with the wicked face,
lonely the man inside the house,
and scratched the window,
screech screech screeh
The man's eyes followed the sound to that haunted window,
to see the bird with the wicked face,
the very same one that had witnessed his wifes' death
stomp stomp stomp
The man hated that bird,
so he decided to kill it,
on that very dreary day,
Boom boom boom
The birds blood was splattered
on pices of shattered glass
the blood fell from the windowsill
drip drip drip