a mad crow quietly dreams in silence
of a world very different than ours
where there is no meal without violence
and you can even count the long hours

there is grey and mist wide and far
shadows of crooked trees and prey
as black as a charcoal ashen'd heart
and the nights never melt into the days

the river flows white and with heads
delicious eyes dyed in blood and lies
only smoke comes out of every breath
where there's no grave everyone has died

gingerbread little huts spanning the hills
and children playing with mud and chains
by the old dark woods where a pond fills
as silently as it is hollowed once again

the mad crow spans into the night sky
shrieking with tears of a very small baby
claws clenched and a throat that is dry
it glides in the air crooked and patiently

a mad crow quietly sleeps in silence
in dreams that his eyes hath sowed
there is a kid watching, cold and silent
reaching out for it's tiny little throat

a naked tree stood on the end
of a forest far and wide, blue and green
a lonely place with no friend
at the corner it would hide, unseen
unheard were its tears at night
as it stood cold against the winds
when the sun shone high and bright
It would be reminded of its sins
forest grew more green and dark
and the river filled up to the brim
but peace in this world never do last
sooner or later a monster walks in

the forest was cut open and sold
in pieces, scarred and in polished tint
burnt to the ground, breathing charcoal
diseased and with a despairing stink
the river was fed a poisoned brew
howling abuses and killing every child
the monsters bred and the hurt grew
in the shadows of the corpses piled
only the darkest of the forest remained
green all but lost to the monsters red
for every mother lost for them to gain
world will nurse scars and birth death

monster fed till nothing was left
only one naked pillar from the yesterday
when they got full, turned on themselves
the river ran red for a thousand days
and silence swept in the sky again
clouds started building the blue sky
those who were hiding came out again
slowly and softly the clouds begin to cry
the naked tree stood alone in the rain
now one with the world and its creed
every star in the sky now knew its name
for in this world, it was the only seed

*the river began breathing again
and the children seeding in depths
a barren land filling its scars again
breeding what little that it had kept
the tree grew more beautiful everyday
now that the world swirled to its feet
the lasting winter came and went away
and it stood as wide as it could reach
it planted a seed upon springs breath
birthing more in every coming spring
down the river they would be swept
and soon a young forest began to sing
all around their mother, a king.

my hurt has a sinister ire
fire burning what had been sane
ashes and dust make a sapphire
I still feel the same again
****** my every desire
so I can only know the pain
more corpses on streets to hire
I am just one of the strange

i had something but no words to speak
all I could see was who left and came
in all of those lies I once let breed
i somewhere forgot my own name


i have died years ago but I am still awake
my heart is lost but I still hear my soul
I wouldn't know the monsters I have made
but I know the secrets I never told
by a lonely corner where I would wait
breathing more despair and cold
you wouldn't know how many scars it takes
to not remember who you are anymore

swallowing my sins, I'm burning on the altar
in the middle, from where the river bleeds
only smoke to take in from the ashes of a lost winter
'tis the riddle, and only more dark hours it breeds
they've sent me to the silvery morgue beneath dancing stars
lending me upon a sheet of darkness all across the sky
and another throat slit to bleed tears from the eyes
in that morbid scar,keeping the grave barren and dry
barely living, my soul has been lost since birth
i make bad things happen sometimes, sometimes someone gets hurt
i don't see them dead people but I do understand their world
and when I see dead people, walking in the dusk
from ash to dust, in pieces, I watch them being carved on the stone
even though I don't feel a thing, I know I'm not alone
as they chain me in my own design, i feel the cold metal sound
I think i am finally home,there is paradise all around
i can see them watching me, tearing me open after every breath
and all I can dream about is falling asleep,howling at death
in the skeletons strong and weak, a red heart falling apart
in an army of monsters that this evil has bred
kept me inside of me, in all those scars I have kept
in more nights than years I have slept, dreams i have forgotten
every lie must meet its truth and pay its debt
i think they were right, I am indeed rotten

save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

in the withering whispers
as a new lore begins to grow and fade
take an oath, a vow that will linger
i still don't remember how i forgot her face
wake me from this lonely dream
of having nothing more before my time
in all those tales heard and seen
I can't make out which one was mine
feed me before I eat myself
and let the rust seep through the doors
we cannot be saved from ourselves
even though, I am not who I was anymore

save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

*in the withering whispers
breathing hollow of the sky
here, take me and slit my veins
let the rain fall, my throat feels dry
so many more hours to feed on
memories that linger beyond and far
in fleeting moments come and gone
you can hear the song of a broken heart
breathe those words to me slowly
strip me of my soul and build me in ash
drown me in my sin, grey and holy
by a phoenix burning to breed black

savage men with army of teeth
mowing down the ancient life
in all of the curses god has preached
he's the one most wicked and vile
mangled veins chocking a mothers breath
Killing another child in wombs darkness
men eating trees, in lores of plants and death
walking on an old yellow road to nothingness
eating radioactive bites and pieces
in bits and diseases, poisoned veins
pouring an acid on time that bleaches
and reaches, where he's no more again
all those naked skeletons seem the same
only buried hand in hand in cold depths
now who's rich, what weight has a name
after all who died have wept and left


sane don't blow a head off, do they
angles don't cut themselves at birth
generations upon generations lost away
in strangers burning all across the world

as they came and broke the silence
the violence in my red heart raged
not enough blood to avenge and
quench the thirst locked and caged

more than your guilt can harbour
there are always more wars to wage
and you think it must be a dream
so you scream yourself awake

only to have birth in the mirror
a reflection perhaps more than self
words fade into the cold whisper
on the other side, as far no one can tell

only a dream you whisper again
as if monsters pity a forsaken child
counting memories to keep sane
slowly turning poisoned and vile

they break down the walls, as if
nothing had stood there all these years
if they have to take my all, so be it
I've always known more than my tears

i have struggled to wear them masks
painted black and white, grey and sorrow
one-day they'll be here to take me at last
but even now my days feel so hollow

so they say we all bleed the same
tell me, have you ever tasted blood
how can they be more than my blame
when I've never known as they have such

in every drop of ash spilled and combust
burns an ocean of dawn and dusk
in the depths where rotten flesh rusts
breeds the darkness, bones and dust

from there I will find myself again
so deep, even scars won't reach there
and the dead would heed my claim
I will feed, on ones far and dear

a few noises and then morbid silence
silver haze falling through a window
there by the stars in the sky, I see
drops of love falling as cries a widow

I've seen it all before, I have had
enough to make you mad, and trapped
I've known them talk to me, and go back
only a glimpse of hell makes you go black

they can eat me as they would like
i am more than the bones they can break
what do you do to the dog who bites
you bite that dog back than be a slave