The CROW

by The Crow   May 8, 2007


Just picture this black bird in your mind
picture it with pretty blue eyes
now that you have, keep that in mind
that bird in your mind is a part of me
I'm looking, peering deeply into your mind
I can see your soul, I can see your heart
but wait it gets better, I can make you fall apart
you hate me that I can see
his pretty blue eyes are apart of me
some people fear me and some want to be me
I'm the massager of death, but I'm so divine
my eyes can eat your disturb little mind
but yet The Crow is apart of you
your deepest darkest fears feed him
the dark that comes from your heart and soul
are things that make him grow
he'll feed and feed until there's nothing more
then he wont need you anymore
he's using me for now but sadly I'll frown
when he hollows me out and engulfs my soul
because he will leave me, and no longer need me
but after I'm gone,The Crow will live on
ready to engulf your soul and I will laugh
because he's my creation and the dark part of me
I will control him and live on after my life
so that picture in your mind will engulf you
The Crow will eat you and become you
so one day I'll rule you and there's no escaping
all you can do is wait
while my soul of The Crow
engulfs you

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