A crow kissing skeleton skull
And pecking dirt in the process.
Lace my ashes with flower seeds
So that I may live a little longer.
I'd love to feel the rain
Drip down my veins once again,
And make-believe the strid formed
Will never dissapear. But
The dead don't get to decide that much
Ahead.
Crow bleeding sunny black eyes, sing a song
As we
Cross into morning. Crow, that maps my skin
In sanskrit, please go a little softer. It's not
That I never expected to die, it's just that I
Never pictured it so sudden; and it's still
So long to go until I'm found...
Crow, would you be so kind as
To keep me company until then?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
A crow kissing skeleton skull
And pecking dirt in the process.
Lace my ashes with flower seeds
So that I may live a little longer.
I'd love to feel the rain
Drip down my veins once again,
And make-believe the strid formed
Will never dissapear. But
The dead don't get to decide that much
Ahead.
Crow bleeding sunny black eyes, sing a song
As we
Cross into morning. Crow, that maps my skin
In sanskrit, please go a little softer. It's not
That I never expected to die, it's just that I
Never pictured it so sudden; and it's still
So long to go until I'm found...
Crow, would you be so kind as
To keep me company until then?
