Oh dove how are you so bright,
when I the Crow so dark?
We both are,
but bird's lost in flight.
But I fear the Strawman's bark.

You, a target of gluttony, lust, and greed,
Pure of heart but long for that addictive seed.
And I, the blackened crow am shot by scorn
You are the rose by which my heart is thorned.

And you my blackened crow,
Your lie so simple
Why can't you be?
We are the same, but different.
Your ignorance and blindness set you free.
I too fear, but spiritual pestilence.
You are bound by the hands of ghosts,
shaded in death, you show bliss
In your sorrow day by and tomorrow,
you'll wait: a bird on a post.

Tar and breath, Oh that fire inside
Your feet were empty and light,
And I could taste her on you.

I got lost in the valley harms,
and we were lost in tongue and arms
around, around in my father’s car.
And i could taste her on you.

A title of terror and sliver pictures dismissed me.
The lanterns were paved, and misty.
my eyes were fogged and rays lit my hearts bazaar.
I lost them all that night twenty feet below the stars.
And i could taste her on you.

She was sweet, and mystic, and from the grey i drew
we shared a lover rolled for two.
Those embers are weak and forlorn
To my eyes they swept and tore.
The steam stole your feet and my love was past due.
And i could taste her all too.

A daisy flash in the corner of my eye
Never mind my silver line.
I’ll watch this sky and dwell

But i’m new
But i’m new i tell myself.

Chase the sunset with black wine
and sew my thoughts across my hairline
It’s the drink or you that makes me melt
i’m through!
I’m through i tell myself.

It’s the slip for me and we’re eighty six babe.
And I’ll stay fixed in my ways.

I’m through

I’m through i’m through, i’m through.

You’ve got your truth
And I’ve got a view.

you had made this bed too quickly,
not realizing the sheets weren't fitted
and the blankets were tangled around our limbs.
you were so used to lying in it,
you didn't know how to be honest.

don't reach for me with hands
stained from the ink you used to rewrite your stories.
don't speak to me with words
that should have rotted out your teeth.
don't look at me with eyes
that I once saw my happiness in.

I will not play nice.
I will not worship
the storm that destroyed my home.

in the future,
my life will be so full of love,
you won't be able to look beyond it.
I hope it leaves you blind,
so you will never see the person I'll become
without you.