10 November 2012
Everyday I wake at dawn, noise of the raven rings in my ear, I have to look at him, does he know my fear?
Looking for food, his appetite boils within, Can he really see all my secret sins?
I walk past him in haste, will he notice my frown, Another day to live, in my sorrows I drown.
Such a pitied existence, does he know my plight, His eyes death black, cold as night.
I flee his sight, relief for the day, Yet his memory leaves stains of gray.
I drive from his presence, panic takes control, The fear once again begins to flow.
I look in the mirror, hoping to be free, The raven has taken flight, following me.
I speed through a red light, it's sight I no longer see, My car cries, crushed into a tree.
My life drains from me, life's sight begins to flee, The stare of the raven finally leaves me.
Peace at last, it's black eyes finally left my gaze, Quiet still is my calm, in this death's haze.
Cold Stare Of The Raven • Opuss № I