The wire is tight
The sun is low
My body is tense
From my ears to my toes

The bodies swim
Letting through little light
The black crow stirs
Preparing for flight

He lifts his wings
And ruffles his jet silk feathers
As he silently flies
Far beyond the weather

The blood and mud mix
My veins are slowing their pump
The ebony leaves left behind
Fade to tear gradually up

Under canvas sheets that fall
Under the sky that cries
With the birds that circle
Eager to pick through all the lies

I died tonight
But my body is left in doubt
In each and every person
There's a dead man trying hard to get out

What's your skelition?
Is it love or is it pain?
Or is it washed and rinced
Away by the cold rain?

Hold close to the wire
And keep it wrapped around you tight
The sun will set eventually
And the crow will soon take flight

 
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