The crowI can see my old friend in the dark coat, it will be such a foolish end. The crowin Me writing something
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I'm suffocating and I'm barely breathing.
I can't move, rusty blood filled my throat. Oh dear Death, how to understand,
Deal with the emptiness of human being?
I don't feel anything, humans. Who would knew? Now I'm the one of you.
My despite carried away all the pain.
You'll pass by, walk away, looking through,'cause I'm weak now too.
You don't see, I'm for you just a gore stain.
I was pecking life, dug my claws into souls. I was looking to hollow eyes,
carried the smell of decay on my torn tail.
I was watching, exploring with no control - superstition ghost from the skies,
laughing, hid myself into a fog veil.
I was curious what it's like not to fight. Now I'm the one of you.
My black feathers are matted with blood.
No deny with that moment I ended my flight. I'll arise, I'll cut hell's pit