We are wolves
We hunt as one.
We howl as one, at the moon so bright.
We die as one, cold and ****** on the frozen forest floor.

There is no confusion amongst our ranks,
We all must hunt to survive, **** or be killed or be shot by the humans, as the vultures eat us as our bodies stank.

There is no fear, only purpose
There is hunger but there is also satisfaction
There is no pain that can't be overcome
There is no battle that cannot be won.

There is no affection, only cold calculation.
There is no heart, only pure grit and determination.
There is no cowardice, only destruction

In this black and white world
It's uncommon for there to be any vibrance or color
The Crow begins to take flight again
Looking for something to feed on, my friends

The feathers falling into the snow, bloodstained and white, like a pomegranate was cut open, or the Crow has found its meal for tonight

What's it's meal you ask? My mind

Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank

The leaves crunch underneath
My bare feet that tread on a path
Strange, ubiquitous and unique
I looked up just in time to see
The eyes of the trees staring back at me
It was getting dark, I needed to find shelter quickly
Before I ended up in some giant cats stomach quickly

So i broke branches and bark and bound them together with the remains of parts from the crash
A plane brought me here, and thankfully the fire didn't last
I grabbed what I could, food, drinks, spare parts and some supplies
Hopefully, prayerfully these meager items would allow me to survive.

I didn't go too far away, as the crash was on the beach
So I stuck to the trees above the wreckage and   above most predators eager to dine on me...

My heart is an apocalypse
Empty
Dead and strange
Occasional signs of life
Constantly in strife
Fighting for survival in conditions so bitter
Although living in these conditions does create a kind of grit only found in wool sweaters

And to be honest I wish It was getting better
But it's not to be frank
My future seems to be like a sarcophagus, dark and dank
I wish I could find it in myself to love as much as stone cold Steve Austin drank

But My heart is an apocalypse
I can taste the tears on my lips
As you walk away
I can't see any reason that you would stay

I love animals, especially birds of prey
And the eagle in particular is the one we'll discuss today
Majestic, wide wings and an almost regal personality
Seeing an eagle in flight is like watching your dreams turn into reality

Now, I didn't think of this solely for our heavily feathered friends
I thought of Eagles because someone reading this could think that the hard time they're in won't end.

Well, like an eagle, use the wind of the storm to carry yourself beyond the pain
We're all here for you, you're an eagle in all but name

I couldn't sleep
The sandman must've been waylaid
So I got up and crept outside
And on the back porch I stayed
Looking out into the endless night sky
The stars blinking and twinkling
The night is so hauntingly beautiful, and it doesn't have to try
The moon hung low, shining into my heart
I said "You can shine to my chest at best, but my mind you cannot bless"
I smiled at the sky, and as I walked in I heard a deep breath of wind.
The door closed and night rain began to fall
A reflection of what goes on within

The familiar, the comfort, no change
So vain, much pain, feels strange
uncomfortable, disturbing

Swimming along the river
running with wind at our backs
a one eighty turn, finally ******

easy was once a dream, a goal
though lessens the worth, dead soul
mind empty with chaos

frustration and hell
feeling so underwhelmed
why must I crave this?

Smells, and visuals
euphoric and thrills
Z's float above me

trickles throughout my body
eyes chameleon
dilated cherries

A feathered knight
Clad in windy armour
A tornado as a weapon
Eyes are cold and grey
Emotionally, and difficulty is deceptive
Storm Eagle, you fly above the teary eyed clouds

Fly on Eagle, Fly on

The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets

The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.