Last Ride, the Crow

Sitting in the corner looking out my window Is it real this time or just a shadow I spot that old black crow Then I for sure truly know A new bottle whiskey comforting me Who is that coming up fast upon me I see Another demon searching for me again From a blurry haze I raise my lingering chin The reaper has his scythe pointed right at my heart Is this the true breaking point trying to tear it all apart A longing still burning in my old lost soul Same familiar stinging and gaping hole My mind lost of all thoughts shared Pondering if anyone ever truly cared Slip right into my own personal fantasy My grand and cherished escape from reality The only words that matter are the ones left unspoken And the only true good ones left are ever so broken Looking into the mirror reflecting the one I've become Painfully and slowly fading all who have gone and have come Once friends turned enemies Such as remaining memories The one me no longer dwells here Emotionless the only feeling left fear Fear for who I am from this point on The one I once was back then is now gone Faded away such as my empathy For all cruel people left no more sympathy If this is the end of me Just let it all just be Let me burn out with pride As I take my very last ride A sad song I ride put on to So goodbye I now say to you