The Crow

The skids on our knees
the drowning of the souls
as we go on
we create more holes
black is the death
we all try to run away
now we have become the dying prey
as they start pecking the further we fly.
the blood drips on our eyes
you no longer can see
they just pick more to kill the key
the blood drips on we start missing
as they peck more
they seal it with kisses
now you are blind now nothing you could see
now the crow is me
now the drowning is over too
for you but now that I'm a crow
after he drowns me
I'll fly after you

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