La cage aux folles

Bashing and lashing ,
The silence is louder than the  thrashing,
When did we move right into this lane? 
We may be overtaking others, but we are the ones in pain.

He said "make sure that you remind me,"
"I will. I promise, just come and find me."
He laughed as he stood by the bushes he snipped,
As he watched me from the window,
The bird whose wings he'd just clipped.

Flamboyant and narcissistic,
Suspended in the real,
Real, realistic.

He would scoff and take centre stage,
Winking at me,
His bird in the cage.

Only to fly out when no one was looking,
To get busy with candles, kissing and cooking.

The canvas was wide,
Bigger than a wall,
Dirt and breathless vacuum,
A fragile bird's solemn call.

The freedom we feel,
When we move past the fear,
Oh, the time wasted,
Death becomes all the more near. 

He lied and he danced,
And called it romance,
He took me when I was plenty,
Turned the key,
Left me empty.

Something I know will not be repeated,
When I hear your name,
All I hear is expletives,
I'd rather burn than sit by your side,
I'd rather peel my skin off and replace with cowhide.

To think that I would always plead,
The bird on the branch,
That the hunter left to bleed.