Ravens

Burn burn burn
You twitching mind
Stare wild eyed as the ravens approach
Scream out you bewildered eyes
Hot tears scalding your rims
Turn turn turn
You crazy head
The world has spun out of control
There is no place called home
Only land and a sky that vacantly stares.

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