Death, in the form of a black raven, flies
Glides down, black feathers fall down
Like soldiers in a bloody war, drop dead
Nobody else can see,
Only me
As he sits on my shoulder, snaps its beak
Glares at the two who my death seek
I feel the tingling touch
Of smooth black feathers
I feel how my entire body goes numb
Shiver goes through my spine
It's so cold and horrifying yet so pleasant and welcoming
It makes me want to feel this forever
It's a feeling nobody else can feel,
Only me, yes
Had I come this far only to
Be killed by my own blood and flesh?
Had I lived my life of tears and pain
For nothing at all?
Could I let myself leave and
Follow the path of this black raven?
I mutter, last words, and sigh
Brown eyes slowly close and then
Black raven pushes me lightly with its beak
It's encouraging me; I'm doing the right thing
It sets of and flies, black feathers fall, drop down
I can't see but I can hear
Flapping wings, in swift movements
And there, somewhere unknown, I hear
Sweet piano softly playing the notes of
My sad lonely life
They shall be the last thing I hear,
The quiet music takes me home
I've never felt this happy
The power of this feeling is deadly… I-
Again, it's something nobody else can hear
Only me… only me