A crow is cawing
Sitting, waiting
For to take your soul with him
The crow is loudly
In the morning
Screeching without any end
As he screeches
Thoughts like leeches
Come to burrow in your head
& so he sits there
Clawing, wondering
When you'll give in to the dread
The crow is waiting
Not so patiently
For you to show your sins
& he is searching
Searching for the darkness
held there deep within
The crow is cawing
List'ning, crying out
At you to just give in
& with this you think quietly,
Perhaps the time has come, & then
The crow is cackling
at your misfortune & your inner strife
& he is waiting for you
To decide to end your life
Upon this he'll reach his quota
& can leave our world behind
For he is just the messenger
A train car for your kind
The crow is squawking once again
hoping to seal your fate
He knows the time is near
As you step up to the plate
The rope is long & strong & should hold up without a fight
You hoist it up & over & you tie your knot just right
The chair you've chosen sits
in a new melancholy state
& as you stand upon it, it protests against your weight
& then, kicked to the side just like a puppy in the street
It whimpers there & thinks the crow
a dirty rotten cheat
The crow is shrieking & I feel
Your heart beseeching mine & then
I wake with such a pain
& can't explain it to my brain
But somehow you are pulling me
Surreally holding on for just a moment 'fore I realize that you're almost truly gone..
A crow is calling
Somewhere somewhere
Far away from where I am
A crow is yelling at me
Telling me where he has been
& as he flaps away
Silent as the morning dew
it's obvious to me just then
That he has taken you.
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