I sit in utter despair as I gaze,
Crows, encircling above a lonely path
That leads not to happiness
But to an unknown, tragic aftermath.
It is the only road I could tell
Where I knew I would not be
Enslaved by the madness inside
Stringing myself from a single knee
Upside down I now hung, alone
Before the treacherous street
I could not find any such hope
As I swung, I could not find a key
Back and forth, side to side
Head pounding, blood boiling
Turning, and turning, frozen
Fearing that I may begin to cry
But to weep is to accept
The defeat of one’s inner self
As it hangs in the realm of evil
Finding what makes our pain so real
I try, as I try to make a break
But nothing seems to work
I could give up, and fall to my demise
But then I could no longer arise
Through such a defeating cause
My life, falling, yet still attached
To the evil within, you see
What may lie in front of us
May not be what you truly see
As we follow only what our eyes bleed
Encircling above our final passage,
Our last voyage through Crow’s Alley.
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