My shackles are tight, my body is tired.
I think of my plight, and feel I'm mired.
I watch the approaching sunrise,
I wearily close my eyes.
I remember the work I've done,
my efforts not for a meager one.
The esurient corvine looms so dark,
I look into it's eyes so cold and stark.
With great avarice, it lunges into my flesh,
rapidly tearing as if to thresh.
I feel myself slip away,
I wish that this was my last day.
I wake to see the approaching sunrise,
this endless death is my prize.
The esurient corvine looms overhead, my only wish...
...I wish to be dead.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
My shackles are tight, my body is tired.
I think of my plight, and feel I'm mired.
I watch the approaching sunrise,
I wearily close my eyes.
I remember the work I've done,
my efforts not for a meager one.
The esurient corvine looms so dark,
I look into it's eyes so cold and stark.
With great avarice, it lunges into my flesh,
rapidly tearing as if to thresh.
I feel myself slip away,
I wish that this was my last day.
I wake to see the approaching sunrise,
this endless death is my prize.
The esurient corvine looms overhead, my only wish...
...I wish to be dead.