Crows

A dark cloud consumes me as I walk through a field of crow Less than half way I fall with a tough blow The crows begin to peck at my exposed body Pieces of me blew away As I try to remember why I stay Covered in a film of red Is where the truth slips and is pronounced dead Glimpses of past memories pass me by The hunger can’t taint them when they try Lies masked with dyes projected with sighs are as thin as twine A beautiful façade waiting to be found Buried within a barrier thicker than allowed That have become of a body no longer in tact The rotting proceeds to remain as a desperate pact Strangers straggle over me Continuing to rub the dirt that is trapped within the bottom of their feet Only I could see what they really presume to be Fooled by a pretty face Beholds a man of a different race A race that can only be injected With pain and loss that comes from being rejected My back glued to the ground and my eyes high in the sky I hold the gift that is found when one is to die The kid with no eyes Real eyes do not realize No eyes are where the truth lye