Crows

The crows come to me,

as I fall asleep,

The suffering they cause,

can only make me weep.

They fly in through my window,

most every single night,

and land right on my brain stem,

nothing halts their flight.

They begin to peck away,

and my dreams crumble down,

and my people are just torn apart,

and set fires to my imaginary town.

My lover's burnt to ashes,

and her face melts in the sand,

and the rest of her falls apart,

as Im left with just her hand.

And now the pain feels real,

and the crows have caused a fright,

They fly right out my window,

and wait to haunt another night.