The Half-Burnt Boy

The Crow Asleep In Your Chest

There are two crows asleep in my chest,
Having two crows counts as a good omen,
Two crows sleeping, in this rib cage fitting enough to just one crow,
One day, just one crow flies away for a long time,
So it's just "The crow asleep on my chest",
A bad omen waiting to happen,
I pray for my other crow to come by,
As I've drowned enough with bad omens,
So when he finally came flying home,
He came around with four more crows,
Now there are six crows in total,
One fast asleep inside my chest,
The others on my bed side railing,
I rest, along with my dear crow friends,
I go into one of those deepest sleeps,
I remember,
I used to have one of them when I was inside my mothers womb,
I go into those deepest sleeps,
Where you don't wake up tomorrow nor the day after or after,

Your corpse just rot in the bed,
Your death wakes up the crow that was fast asleep inside your chest,
With his friends, they peck on what's last of your flesh,
Flies away,
To find another person,
Six crows are not just a bad omen, but it also means that death is indeed nearby;