Little Black Crow

Don't talk to me.
Your voice is too loud.
It wastes my time.
My legs are broken.
Take me down to the cemetery.
Lay me between the 'drops and the corpses.
I don't want to talk.
Why keep talking?
Feed me to the black and the dark.
Offer me.
I don't care.
I'm sick of this.
My hands are broken.
Little black crow.
Come to me.
Do not flit, do not flee from me.
Come to me.
Little black crow.
Take this soul.
It wants you now.
It doesn't care.
Here's the life it doesn't wish to bear.