Waiting For The Ravens

Morose visions swallow my soul

I lay hear waiting for  the Ravens

Blissfully they gather my carcass

I died long ago, I just didn’t know

Crows feast upon my open eyes

Take them please I beg of you

It is with these open eyes I see

It was all just good manners

Mixed with his good intentions

Leading me into a mire of sweet hell

 

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