Locked in the shadows,

feeling jaded and weary...

sitting in the corner of my room.

And out of the corner,

flies the crow of unresting thoughts;

Creeping over the tree branch...

As i look out the window.

Night time has me dreary,

Disillusion has found a home.

I've been disillusioned now,

and left all on my own.

The crow flies away,

and then i start to ponder...

What would happen afterwords,

If i was to live no longer?

Wishing to be free..

To be just like that crow--

and fly away...

Maybe it was a sign?

But don't crows usually follow or

seek the scent of death?...