Sad lonely eyes so suddenly appeared, hidden behind a disguised face, set in a false plastic place. You can see if you look with more than crystal shot eyes, hidden away under sorrow, drenched with distress, this becomes us so easily, and I fall as prey none the less,
I start to hear them calling , signs are circling above. to be seen as second to a swirl in the bowl,an evil that causes death to love.
life as you liked it dissolves seamlessly from view, the eyes your now seen with aren’t in the slightest for you.
pre-soaked with instruction to dull human decency, blind to whats being done it invokes such a hateful beast in me.doubt becomes the beginning of the tear in the mesh, holding together this torn chunk of flesh.
Then from the shadows comes a sound one so cruel and unfair, as the crows of loathing descend and hastily appear, they’ve always been lurking only now you’re aware.
They craft her in ways like there own soulless invention, done with hidden sinister intention. yet you’re reluctant to listen even as warnings are mentioned .
Careless whim makes her the early birds worm so from me they take another and another lesson learnt .They care not for the worms needs a truth heavy to bare.All of these warnings are so loud but so hard to hear, you’ll deny this even as on you the crows start to feed and only when you’ve been stripped bare the crows start to disappear, all they offer for you is nothing and of you there is nothing that they care .