I remember in my childhood walking
To a barn in the snow,
But something caught my eye talking
It was smooth and slow.
Am I just sleeping?
Is this a real crow? A dark crow talking to me
Why i asked myself?
I am nothing you see.
He might as well talk to a shelf.
This crow wants a friend
Is he that lonely?
Why does he not just ascend?
Am i it? Am i his only?
Am i only going to be his friend? is this the end?
Is this it plainly?
Why am i like this?
Why do i jump into things?
Can't i just skip this abyss?
Please just fly away with your wings.
Kill me with a kris.
Go away!
Or maybe Stay?