Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right

Colourblind Ravenman

Oh there you are
a mass of pitch black.
Wasn't it for the glimmer in your eyes,
Wasn't it for the wings you shed,
a nightmare I would've believed you are,
my dear friend.
But I see you perching on my fingertips
oh how they get you wrong
were in the same boat
floating in the sea of-
coming from the battlefield.

But we are not of the same kind,
oh no my friend.

Retrace our steps.

I know what you feel,
what you would feel;
if you could feel.

If you were picking on the mangled flesh of the enemies,
they would've called you a sign.
If you were plucking out the eye of a forgetful solider,
you would've been huffed in a whine.
But if you touch the warriors,
oh not the warriors!
For they are those
who win the battles.
For they are those
who guard the wealth...
...and steal whatever else.

Don't pick on their broken bodies
don't even come close!
You'll make it even more untidy for the funeral!
The little holes you carve into the dead are hard to cover.
I know you want to share your grieves too,
but if that double-edged beak of yours
touches their freshly-lifeless foreheads
you'll draw blood,
maybe even become a murderer
in the eyes of the murderers.
Is that why you shed your feathers as you fly,
my dear friend?
Are you slowly crashing?
Are slowly falling from the sky
by your own love?
Own will?

Oh,
Maybe it's a fit of sorrow
in your
dark-side of the moon holes
you have for eyes;
Oh! You might as well be a little crow!
For don't you know?
Monsters can't repent!

"Coooooooooooo,
there you go"

Does the softness of my voice scare you?
As I hum your only word
in a melodious grace
you can never hope to achieve?

"Coooooooooooooo"

If I hum more,
will we cease to be friends?
Will you leave this boat?
All because of a simple coo?

"COOOOOOOO"

Oh I am not a fool, my friend!
I know my voice doesn't scare you
Oh I read the shines
I read those eyes
those damned eyes that see more than mine.

Coo coo.
Come, come.
Oh you mess of a raven;
coo coo.
Come, come.
Are you afraid
of the sea of blood?

"Be gone!"

Fly you coward, fly!
Oh I'll remember you;
For the softness
Of your soulless feathers
is right here
in my hand
Tipped with an end
destined for calligraphy swirls...

I told you haven't I?
That we are not of the same kind.

Cooo Cooo! - You say

"Oh, be quiet."

Those eyes of mine
see all your fears
all the terror
all the red
as black
just black.

This red sea is darker than the night sky.

Cooo! Cooo!

I dip the rich feather
into the richer sea beneath
such a waste
of spilt ink.