CROW

I bring signs that it will arrive Flying over this gray veil Polluted by smoke, covered by thick air You know I won't say anything about it? Silence is the key, dead bodies don't talk Unfortunately, I don't have good news I'm just a messenger for you Little, bitter sinner The fruit of your lies Accompanied by their burdens Inaccessible ones that mutilate your soul What will be your last words? What excuses would you make? Who would you blame? Since you are the one to blame Are you really yourself? Continuously lying See yourself in the mirror That is now broken Fragments, each one is a part Looking at yourself... I'm you, but I'm not you? I am only: “The Messenger” Submitted by a lady who wears black Everyone fears it, because it will not escape The one who is looking at you through the reflection of your soul The dead don't speak, neither do the crow Your message has been received We're out of time... Eternal silence awaits you.