blank page a self imposed curse scrawling thoughts to write for what? crow lands searching in the dirt with the stare its black eyes something writhing reared neck and horrible laugh stones turn veering in to vision What dosen't blink can't dream, it wants my eyes to see black beak weapon to pierce, delirium scribbes thoughts onto page something's writhing writhe
wings spread a plague doctor it stars to wards my view it wants my eyes to see this hands alone fail to counter attack my pen this makeshift dagger thrust under the wing blood drips onto my page random splatters onto white falling back
reared back soaked in red reared back soaked in red black bird stumbling through air
piece of flesh in my eye What's not mine doesn't hurt with clenched eyes I pull bit by bit it falls piece of flesh in my eye What's not mine doesn't hurt with clenched eyes I pull bit by bit it falls in my eye dosen't hurt I pull bit by bit it fallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
