THE CROW

THE CROW “TI'S' THE CROW, IT GESTURES, IT LAUGHS, PLAYING GAMES. TI'S THE CROW SENSES DANGER, BLESSED IN THE NAME. I MUST BELIEVE , A CREATURE THAT FLIES , AND SURFACES, THOUGHT'S WITHIN THE VANITY AS TO BE INSANE. I KNOW NOT A BIRD THAT FLIES TO LAUGH AT ME, SO HAPPY ALL THE TIME THE CROW INDEED. AS GENERATION'S GET SWALLOWED, INTERTWINED OF STARS THAT MAY BE, THE CROW LIVES WITHIN ME. OUR CHILDREN LOST, ALL THE DISEASE, HOW CAN THIS WORLD BE COMPLETE WHEN THE CROWS RELEASE NEVER SURPASS THE IDEOLOGY OF WHATS EXPECTED TO BE, IT IS VERILY THE ONE, THE CROW INDEED. AS ALL SUN'S SET, IS QUICKLY RISES, IN ANOTHER REALM FOR MANY TO SEE, TO PORTRAY , MAKE A FANTASY , MAKE FUN OF THE CROW INDEED. BUT IT IS THE CROW, THAT GETS THE LAST LAUGH , AND IF POSSIBLY, CONTINUES FLYING , WITHOUT A CARE , THROUGHOUT INSANITY. BLACK , AS COAL NO IDENTITY , SAD AND MOURNING , BUT LAUGHING , PURE DARK , NO LIGHT INSANITY, NOT THINKING OF A WORLD THAT COULD EXCEPT , OR EVEN REPRIEVE , CAPTURE WHAT THE CROW CAN SEE. MY HEART IS HEAVY , BLACK AS CAN BE, SO BLACK, BLACK AS THE CROWS INSANITY. BUT YET I SURVIVE WITHIN THE CROWS METAPHOR OF INSANITY. I OFTEN WONDER WHAT WILL BE IF NOT A CROW, WHAT OR WHO IT WILL BE?, I QUESTION THE EVOLUTION OF HUMANS , SPECIAL BEINGS , IF EVOLUTION EXIST I TOO HAVE THE CROW, OR ATLEAST THE CROW INSANITY DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL , SO DEEP , WITH NO RELEASE. IT IS THE CROW YES INDEED, FLYING SO SWIFT, WITHOUT A MIND , IT'S INSANITY. IF NOT THE CROW , IS IT ME WHO IS INSANE, WHILE THE CROW LAUGHS, MAKES FUN OF ME AS MY SOUL HURTS, TRYING TO CRAWL OUT, CAN'T ESCAPE CAN NOT ESCAPE, THE CROWS INSANITY By: George, F