You Have Never Lived Because You Have Never Died by Listener
I saw thirteen black crows they were black as three A.M.
And as big as vultures eyes
With wings hanging to their sides like laundry on the line
They were standing in a circle letting their tongues dry
They're coming for me like thieves or ghosts
Stealing songs, and whispering poems to themselves
About nonsense and existence
I don't want to die
I saw four black eagles, with horns growing towards the ground
Like columns or anchors reaching for the bottom
Their feathers folded like hands on a man resting in his coffin
Bending over each other rattling my bones
Drumming out the answers in ways I will need one day
Their hooves are giving me growing pains
I sleep like a tornado
I saw eighteen black hawks, with beaks full of teeth
Roaring like a pack of wolves in perfect V
With hoods over their eyes to cover up what they've seen
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