Someone once said that we all have a crow
Perched on our shoulders
Cawing incessantly in our ears
Failure, worthless, your words are stupid
No one will like them
GIVE UP

Someone once said that the crow needs to be shoved off
Pushed away
But I feared it would only return
So I grabbed it by its bony neck
Stared into its beady black eyes
Where a rapid, ravaged face reflected back
No more, I snarled at the little *******
NO MORE

So I murdered that crow
Ripped it limb from limb from limb
Felt its plume grow sticky and brittle
Took great pleasure in it, quite honestly
Basked in the gore and glory of it all

Now I rise
With my blood speckled, feather encrusted fingernails
Obsidian fluff dancing in my wake

No ******* more.