Voices scream elegantly
Kissing and curving my name
And I feel as though I stand
Upon the tongue of another
To hear the wind rush from deep
In the depths of their gullets

Oh how I cry for it all
On carrion and crows
To feel the breeze rush
As a western wind blows
Traveling across the land
With hell hounds in droves
Accompanied by chaos
Oh how the carnage flows
Fluid as darkness, death-
And demonic prose
The world’s taken away
On carrion-
Carrion and crows…

Their faces did tenderly twist
And in gross contortions did I see
That though their eyes be fixed on mine
Not one, no soul, was staring back at me

How I have been dragged to new lows
When I cry for naught,
But carrion… carrion and crows

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