A Crow

A crow flies through the dark sky,
and stares straight into my eyes,
time just seems to past by,
as I stare into his black soulless eyes.

It leads me to a cemetery gate,
and wants me to wait,
this is my dark world,
spinning around me in a twirl.

No one to support me,
they just can't see,
how much they call me a freak,
but I'm not weak.

They can't pierce me with their words,
as I stare at these black birds,
they can hang me or what ever they will,
and my blood may spill.

But my fate is always the same,
for me death already came,
I am already dead within my heart,
My heart has already been torn apart.

Nothing for me to say,
just to stay here and lay,
for me to die,
as I see the crows in the sky.

I want to live and be full of joy,
but it was all destroyed,
I just want to die in peace,
just let me decease.

So look at my black tears,
I have tossed aside my fears,
just look into the skies,
and start into a crow's black eyes...