Black crows

Tormented, the mind resides beneath carbon-gray skies cluttered by charcoal sketches of eager crows, crimson eyes Gleaming on blackened trees Its roots voraciously feast spilt blood of the innocent Eternal, cursed crows Who squawk and grind their crooked beaks on maggot infested boughs languishing the demise of another clean-picked corpse putrescent squawks to linger, in the pale moonlit night