13 November 2012
I look in the mirror What do I see? A crack, a sliver An image of me
Screams fall from my lips So cruel fate must be But all that I know Is an image of me
I ask for a reason I beg to be free Chained to this world Just wanting to be me
I died that night That Halloween eve Locked up in a coffin Wishing things could just be
But that crow it had chosen That coffin of me For revenge and for Shelly I'd make them see
In the room it had happened I cried and I screamed I broke that clear mirror That showed only me
But I wasn't Eric He no longer could be So I fashioned a villain That only looked like me
My poor dear Sarah You mother is free Those cruel evil men They won't make you bleed
I'll make it so I'll save you my dear My dear darling Shelly We'll wait for you here
The Crow • Opuss № I