The crow

As light leaves something comes after me

Worse then thieves or my many grieves

I cannot sleep

It shall come for you to if you do not believe

This something is pure evil in the form of a crow

No matter how hard I try to escape

His talons drape and scrape away my hope

Telling me I need to get a rope

IM NOT READY TO LEAVE

I scream

Always wishing it will be a dream

As im twisting to be set free

From the crows evil scheme

To bring me to my knees in defeat

The crow

Now in my mind

Tells me its time

I would cringe at the thought of losing my life

But im tired of the fight

The crow changes shape as it becomes light

Im faced with an awful sight as the crow changes

Tears start to flow

As I gaze at the crow a familiar face glares back

I have to give you praise

As I see myself with anger ablaze

The look in my eyes

Something snapped and wants to die

My reflection moves its mouth as to speak

But all that can be heard is the desire to die

Blood thirsty and not worthy

As I step up to my faith

I say bye to my crow for the last time

And look myself in the eye

I relies I am my own crow

But angels don't die

I thought as I decended

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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