And then I killed it,
or at least I dreamed that I did.
It's not always easy to tell
the dreaming from the waking,
or reality from the imaginary

But it felt so real,
too hold it down
until it released its last breath
and finally let me go

The crow doesn't cry for me now
he doesn't wait for me at every turn
around every corner
and behind the sinking sun

He no longer sits on my heart
and spits poison into my blood
pecking at all my soft spots
before casting his shadow into view

He's gone now
because I killed him
and with that final act of redemption,
I was freed
to finally live and laugh in the light of love.