A stirring of crows erupt from my chest,
as lean back carefully
to make it easier on my weary bones.
there is nothing to stop their storm, their laughter
as they climb up into the clouds
I stare at them, at an achromatic world
and they stare back at my cadaverous figure, lying in the grass.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
A stirring of crows erupt from my chest,
as lean back carefully
to make it easier on my weary bones.
there is nothing to stop their storm, their laughter
as they climb up into the clouds
I stare at them, at an achromatic world
and they stare back at my cadaverous figure, lying in the grass.
I'm gonna go off the top of my head here, being the ********* thing I've written- and being my first. this is just some goofball stuff.
