Take me to church

Song of the day;;


Blank page
A self-imposed curse
Scrawling thoughts
To write for what?
Crow lands searching in the dirt with the stare
Its black eyes, something writhing
Reared neck and horrible laugh
Stones turn veering into vision
What doesn't blink can't dream
It wants my eyes to see
Black beak, weapon to pierce
Delirium scribbles thoughts onto page
Something's writhing, writhe

Blank page
A self-imposed curse
Scrawling thoughts
To write for what?
Crow lands searching in the dirt with the stare
Its black eyes, something writhing
Reared neck and horrible laugh
Stones turn veering into vision
What doesn't blink can't dream
It wants my eyes to see
Black beak, weapon to pierce
Delirium scribbles thoughts onto page
Something's writhing, writhe

Wings spread
A plague, doctor
It stabs towards my view
It wants my eyes to see this
Hands alone
Fail to counter-attack
My pen, this makeshift dagger

Wings spread
A plague, doctor
It stabs towards my view
It wants my eyes to see this
Hands alone
Fail to counter-attack
My pen, this makeshift dagger
Thrust under the wing, blood drips onto my page
Random splatters onto white
Falling back

Reared back, soaked in red

Reared back, soaked in red
Black bird stumbling through air

Piece of flesh in my eye
What's not mine doesn't hurt
With clenched eyes I pull
Bit by bit it falls

Piece of flesh in my eye
What's not mine doesn't hurt
With clenched eyes I pull
Bit by bit it falls

In my eye
Doesn't hurt
I pull
Bit by bit it falls

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