Slippery and wet
I glide across the floor
I look outside and notice
A black crow had fell on the floor
I ran to pick him up
But when I got into the cold
The bird had flown away
So small the crow was as it flew higher up into the night sky
It seemed to turn in midair
And his dark eyes twinkle down
Almost like a look of guilt
And fear mixed as one
The look that had been stuck on the crows face
Scared me after a while
He started to crow a painful screeching noise that almost bled my ears.
I saw he was panicked
And I turned to find someone their
I see a knife held in one hand and a lucky charm in the other
This large figure lifted his knife
And charged it through my heart
The last thing I saw that night
Was the crow that tried to warn me that dark night.
I realized all was fake
As I woke from my dream
I appeared to be bleeding from my right and left ear.
I saw a glimpse of light
And I turned my head to find
The same charm in my hand that the man had last night!
To Be Continued..................
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Poetry
PoetrySo yeah. Its exactly like the title says. My own poetry! Enjoy or go annoy somebody else xoxo SpiceyFace
