A mad crow quietly dreams in silence Of a world very different than ours Where there is no meal without violence And you can even count the long hours
There is grey and mist wide and far Shadows of crooked trees and prey As black as a charcoal ashen'd heart And the nights never melt into the days
The river flows white and with heads Delicious eyes dyed in blood and lies Only smoke comes out of every breath Where there's no grave everyone has died
Gingerbread little huts spanning the hills And children playing with mud and chains By the old dark woods where a pond fills As silently as it is hollowed once again
The mad crow spans into the night sky Shrieking with tears of a very small baby Claws clenched and a throat that is dry It glides in the air crooked and patiently
A mad crow quietly sleeps in silence In dreams that his eyes hath sowed There is a kid watching, cold and silent Reaching out for it's tiny little throat
You foolish beings You left the safety of the trees with A plentiful diet of fruits, nuts and berries You acquired a taste for blood that - Sent you to your knees Your protein addicted brains developed Tools to inflict pain, to carve flesh, Introducing your animal brethren to the pang of Uncontrolled, calculated, violent death Today, we continue to watch from the branches Thankful for the power of flight To distance ourselves from your - Destruction with all our might*...
My grave, shallow and empty, I've returned to a world lost without you, seeking revenge so that one day our souls can mend. The black bird is my guiding light towards you, all the memories good and bad are what keep me moving towards you. Your beautiful face instilled within my mind making me realize that you're the reason I' m here, the reason I lived and the reason I died. I said forever, and I meant it, my hallow body is now walking proof. My flesh wounds heal, but the damage to my heart can never be fixed for you were taken away from me. I always told you that I love you but I don't think I could ever have said it enough to make you even come close to understanding how much. My body is driven by your soul. I'll never give in to the demons that haunt this world. The black bird gave us a second chance to make things right, it's about time I finish what I was sent to do for me and you, to be together for that forever, for my eyes are the crows.
Sunday noon after a heavy lunch Gravely falling into a small nap A knock at the door woke me up Jumped out of my sleep to see Out in the courtyard drying red chillies Coconuts cut into pieces left in the sun Unaware hit by a piece of coconut on my head Turned over to catch the thief red handed On my way to room with a frown Thief with a coconut busy scratching With a knock on my room's door She, the black cunning crow!
