First and foremost I declare that I know the most about ******* over every person I hold close, I play them like notes;

Now this sentence will run, and this time it's not for fun; I'm a little drunk off the ***; but these feelings are ripe like a plum,

So I pick em and split em and break them down to pieces like a Reese's hoping that I can comprehend em, but I can only compress them and stuff them away.

It's the same **** every day like I'm stuck on repeat, like a shooting a 3, I hover on the boundary: I ask how do I please

Myself and everyone else, **** my life and everyone else. I feel like a doll on a shelf watching the world pass me by; the sands pass through hourglasses always on time.

Sure I'm getting carried away, wish I'd get wiped away by a wave, or maybe spend some time in a cave, I've been a pawn and a knave.

Beat me down with a stave, and place me on stage and then go flip the page, and I hope the next chapter includes the plague, and I'm not too vulnerable.

But the words that I cast down on paper are cast like a spell by a mage, like he cast a mirage to sabotage the rest of the fortress; I'm restless.

These feelings I'm feeling, well I'd say they're important, at least to me, atleast I hope you can see, like I've realized that she isn't right for me.

Once upon a midnight,
I awoke and turned around.
I heard an eerie, evil, cawing sound.
By the grave, I spotted the jet-black crow.
On that night, my soul froze.

Much I marveled at this giant, peculiar crow,
Sitting atop a long branch above the crumbled grave.
His caws a mocking laugh, as if he found something funny.
“A crow” chuckled I, “Yes, a big, black, terrifying crow!”
I sat engaged and entranced, unable to move as it flapped its majestic wings,
And left me all alone.

Now I am always dreaming about the
Ominous crow- tormentor of my dreams.
Invading my mind day and night
Deep into the darkness fearfully I go,
Into a kingdom full of sinister crows.
-K