The crows fly back
Into the ground
A chilling wind
Blows all around
A watching eye
Peaks through the trees
A crying voice
On bended knees
A colorless world
Devoid of reason
Without change
For there is no season
A burning pool
Of water and blood
Petrifies the ground
Sinks into the mud
My shadow lengthens
Stands up on its own
The silence deafens
I wish I weren't alone
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
The crows fly back
Into the ground
A chilling wind
Blows all around
A watching eye
Peaks through the trees
A crying voice
On bended knees
A colorless world
Devoid of reason
Without change
For there is no season
A burning pool
Of water and blood
Petrifies the ground
Sinks into the mud
My shadow lengthens
Stands up on its own
The silence deafens
I wish I weren't alone
