The crows are "cawing"
Your mother is calling
It's time for supper
You begin stalling
You aren't hungry
Hide the body
Dig the grave
A rotting corpse
You're not to blame
It was him
Peter Paray
It's raining sideways
My shoes stay dry
Ride the highway
Ride the snake
The plane is crashing
This is not fake
Untold stories of the future
Prophecies of the past
A poet of darkness
A poet of death
Poems of sadness
Poets are deaf
A sober reality
An intoxicated wish
Woes of sadness
The sky darkens
The lightning strikes
Flashes
Push me away
Pull me back
Read my words carefully
They won't make sense either way
A madman
That's how it will stay
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