Looking out from my corner
all i see is pain
after all of this time
i still feel the same
i feel like the raven
the bird with the stigma
Could it be my imagination?
you're probably just a figment
'Into the distance a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back'
i am but an Earth-bound misfit
And as i try, bit by bit,
My carousel has stopped spinning
Soon i'll be winning
But still by myself
i fear my stigmata
i'm still on my shelf