Crows
Crows
Darkness
Blood
The dark magic has won, habits the shoulders of us feeble
The dark magic lied to him, convinced him to take out his half, have a taste of blood
He has his sanity in hand, feasting from what once gave him life
Crows
Darkness
His own blood flows right out of his deadly fist
There's a part of him he still refers to as strong
A part that nobody has ever heard of
There's a part of him that's torn, yes
One in which nightmares haunt and make him unknown
The little boy's heart wonders of why he has blood in his hands
Why a stream of blood flows not in his veins but the very nerves that make him human
The heart trusts not itself, says its weak and hurting
Maybe, maybe he's just lost in the dark
The little boy's shoulders carries all the dark magic one can think of
Darkness, black as the only color he knows
They told him that a real man never speaks out
Even when the crows eats his sanity away
Even when the dark magic eats his hands away
That's being a man they say!
Call out the little guy in horror
Remind him of his past
Tell him the crow is an illusion
Illusions of his dreams and destiny darkening
Tell him the blood in his hands can be washed away and his body made whole again
But sanity; sanity can't be changed, only kept safe
Remind him to protect his sanity
Maybe that's the only way he'll defeat the darkness...
© amimoh
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