the crows that call to us

Can you hear the crow call? Can you feel its beating wings against your skin? You are strange to the others, like me. I know,I am to,they cannot see you like I do. A gothic soul cannot be undone anymore than the moon trade places with the sun. I can fell your sadness and sympathize with your madness. Come with me now,take my hand. We will search together for the crows that call to us alone.