Fall Out Bird

You're a canary,

I'm a coalmine.

You rattle your cage,

but there's no escape.

My winding black tunnels

stretch longer,

plunge deeper,

and daylight is so far away.

You chirp on your perch and

you fluff yellow feathers,

but cold, heavy blackness is 

weighing you down.

You gasp and you sway

as your shrill song is

silenced.

This air is too toxic,

it poisons your lungs.