The angel of crows

Chained to the gravity of this scarred world that is screaming at our unity; I cannot forget the insults that still hurled at our last forgetful opportunity. My body still aches for these old bruises that remember your raged eyes; I’m tired of crying out these hollow excuses. that need my heart to revise. My memory holds close your fury still when I said those few words; “Goodbye is the only way for me to fulfill the song of the midnight birds.” I watched you storm away with your rage that left me broken on the floor, the tears are more than enough as a wage of loosing the chains I once wore. Now walking this road of freedom again, feeling the sun on my skin, I think of the pain you caused to remain always in this soul, within this heart that is smiling for the first time since as far as destiny goes. Each time the songbird’s soft melody chime I’ll remember you… you are me and I am the angel of crows.