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