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Crows Feast on Idle Brains
One stary night, sitting before a frozen lake.
Trying to smoke till the appearance of a purple drake.
Just a glimpse of something that is obviously fake.
Cause the things in life that are real I simply can't take.
My mind boils to the point it will melt.
Something that the dark ones I know have dealt.
Their claws wrapped around my neck tightly like a belt.
These demons assault me enough to leave a mental welt.
Inhaling toxic fumes to make myself numb.
A mindless task that molds me dumb.
This unconscious habit that I should have stayed away from.
But it's too late for their eager eyes affix on me as a delicious plum.
In a mad joyful rage they caw and laugh as they play their games.
Pecking at me like crows that feast on idle brains.
A murder more come to fuel the flames.
I let out a bloody scream in agony for an escape from these pains.
