The Crow

The Crow

A Poem by BOO!
"

I see as the blood drips from the ceiling.

"
No one can see 
But me.
I see as the blood 
Drips from the ceiling
And I know 
Of the death I've caused.

No one will know
But the crow,
That sat there watching me

Cut him up.
And the girl
Who speaks 
With animals
Will know

So she must be taken
Above the ceiling
And her blood
Will mix
With his.

And the solution of blood
Drips from the ceiling
And no one can see
But me.

© 2012 BOO!


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A little scary :)

If you don't mind, I thought that the arrangement could be changed:

"No one can see
But me.
I see as the blood
Drips from the ceiling
And I know
Of the death I've caused.

No one will know
But the crow,
That sat there watching me

Cut him up.
And the girl
Who speaks
With animals
Will know

So she must be taken
Above the ceiling
And her blood
Will mix
With his.

And the solution of blood
Drips from the ceiling
And no one can see
But me.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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