Watching

Sometimes I feel like a crow,
Or what I think a crow should feel,
black as night and melancholy,
watching from a bird's eye view,
as lives are bent and broken,

but its my life I'm watching,
seeing my confusion and desperation take its toll,
on the people I love and those who love me,

graceful movements bring me to a coarse scene,
blood filling my veins as I scream at nothing,
its burning my soul as I try to make sense,
of hatred and love and green jealousy,

feeding the fire of my funeral pyre,
like a heathen king my ashes fly so high,
joining the black sky of crow's feathers,
but then someone will come along and collect,
gathering my ashes and making me anew,

now I watch as my body feels love,
love for that which made me like the phoenix,
then Ecstasy dies replaced by a hardened heart,
trying to make sense of the chaos,
as the emotions grabs my throat and chokes,

adrenaline pumping through my muscles I cleanse,
my oblique purgatory,
but still I cry myself to sleep

As always, I'd appreciate the input.

'cleanse' taken from last stanza beginning 2nd to last line