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there's a black crow upon a stone,

it pecks and calls at the plot,

trying to awaken me from my spot,

the crows bring back the flesh; the bone.



i raise from my grave,

to join the rave,

i have revenge to pay,

there will be hell to pay.



i slink through the streets,

of humans and blood it reeks,

to me, as i walk by,

people are skulls,

their bodies nothing but empty hulls.........

all you think of is what i should be,

it's not like it's written in a decree,

why can't you just accept me?

b/c i will be who i want to be.



you think you can run my life,

which it's been nothing but strife,

now if only i had a knife,

i could end this horrid life.



i always sit in the rain,

thinking about all my pain,

i own nothing but my name,

i have nothing to gain........

why is it that people think that they know things about me when they don't. my life is not what it appears.....i am alone in the darkness....there is no one there to light my path......i wish for the sweet sleep of death......unfortunately, my right of death was deprived from me........and the cold truth is, if you died, no one, no one single person would miss you. there is no bright side to life. it is a cold metallic reality............