Disheveled

The murder of crows outside my window, sounds more like a massacre
And the right side of my bed still holds the imprint of her

Distant wail of sirens on the highway is gonna drive me insane
Must be on the way here to fix the car crash in my brain

Nothing gives me comfort, nothing brings me sleep
Thoughts just keep on churning, drag me down into the deep

He said, she said. Why did you do that. What does it mean?
Moreover, why do I care so much about someone I’ve never seen

Just as sleep tries to reclaim me, as my thoughts begin to calm
Your image rises up before me, a torrid kiss and then you’re gone

(C) KbT
9 February 2014

Murder of Crows

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