I wear my cloak of crows
With a sly eye to the door
Hanging on the thought
Of leaving because
I've never really stayed
The black feathers flock to the window
Beady eyes survey my inaction
As the pitter patter of raindrops
Hum along the glass
I'm comforted for a moment
By my new ****** of friends
Gazing into my past
And the uncertain future
The rapid beat of my heart
Regains my attention
To the clutch on the armrest
My eyes have since shifted
Back to the door...
Like I'm there once again
Such a persistent memory
The one where it is too late
When regrets manifest
Into demons we carry
Through the mud, these burdens
Never letting you forget that instant
So I sit in this chair
In this room focused
On the door ready to run
At the end of the day
All the convincing in the world
Cannot change true nature
Not when it counts
Not when it matters
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
I wear my cloak of crows
With a sly eye to the door
Hanging on the thought
Of leaving because
I've never really stayed
The black feathers flock to the window
Beady eyes survey my inaction
As the pitter patter of raindrops
Hum along the glass
I'm comforted for a moment
By my new ****** of friends
Gazing into my past
And the uncertain future
The rapid beat of my heart
Regains my attention
To the clutch on the armrest
My eyes have since shifted
Back to the door...
Like I'm there once again
Such a persistent memory
The one where it is too late
When regrets manifest
Into demons we carry
Through the mud, these burdens
Never letting you forget that instant
So I sit in this chair
In this room focused
On the door ready to run
At the end of the day
All the convincing in the world
Cannot change true nature
Not when it counts
Not when it matters
