I chanced upon a crow
Abandoned in a hedge
He did not move before me, lo
Left aside by roadway dredge

I knelt before his plume
And saw his eyes were took
I asked him, Crow, what is our doom?
He told me with a look

It is the sky and so the sea
To the spirits of the deep
It is the pillow to the free
Eyes weary for their sleep

It is the moment when the herd
Won't notice that you're gone
For I may be a dying bird
But it's the world that's wrong.

I took his pain off with a knife
And he said with his free breath
Grateful I am for my life
But I live much more with death

Let me have this
And I can face tomorrow
Forget I'm here
And I'll cuddle your honesty.

Tell me no one cares
And there's no point in wanting
Tell me holes picked in all things
Grow.

For now
I'll curl up alone
Because at least I'm not
Without in the face of nothing.

The pain rushes from the depth of my *****,
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.

I was fooled once,
By the crystal hopes,
Of love and happiness,
I've decided now,
To close shop,
Lest my heart be jested again.
Once had been shame on him,
But fortune had not my favour,
Fooled again, twice it seems,
And I only have myself to shame.

Your lips are like poison,
But I crave every,
Deadly, killing, tortuous,
drop.