Crows

Twice the crow means half the rind Naked sockets in your eyes Feigning first to no avail Slide your fingers through the Braille They come creeping, feeding on my fear Staring through my head like it was clear Under the bed I hear you quiver Reaching down stroking you as you shiver Bootleg built inside your mirror Hold my hand so I can see it clearer Pit in the gut, sweat from the fever Colorless rainbows in the room Purest hate from me to you Crows Back in the black, smoking up all the scratch Red-hot in the head, ironed out on the bed Gnawing like rats, skidding out on the pass Fingers on you like ice frosting on the glass Twice the crow means half the rind Cross wires don't cross with mine Feeding filth until it swells Hear me calling from the well Crows keep circling round my head Won't stop screaming til they're fed Fingernails tearing the skin like satin Whipped and kicked until it turned you passive Curled in the corner, rocking back on your heels Whispers in your head it makes you reel Murder swarming both day and night Pecked out, beaks gripping both your eyes Peace won't come if you comply Carved out, scraped you're half a shell The screen's keeps telling you that you're well Runny egg eyes smearing down drywall Nervously glancing down the hall Claws scraping down the glass at dusk Murder flocking to gnaw your husk Twice the crow means half the rind Shiver as the nail runs down your spine Broken shattered pick up the shards Long road, no rest, you've walked the yards