Nasty creatures they are
Fucking crows, misfortune they bring
Messengers of the death
Those crows your eyes shall tear
They're feared
They fly to terrorize
Beware of the beard
That man shall jeopardize
Red as blood
He lays bare his claws
Flying high in his hood
He'll kill until it dawns
Sighted from on high
Or snared from below
That blood-drenched crow
Will never die
YOU ARE READING
Memory Fragments
FantastikWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by o...
