The Raven And The Backward Funeral

led somewhere

the path before me

turning around

numb fingers

fell up on my feet

i was awaken

sinking deeper

filling my lungs with pleasure

thick water

i sunk

on the sky

of grey clouds

fell on an iron armada

glittering in the sunlight

a rain like nails

waves forgotten

the shores were gone

a crew, rowing a coffing across

calm, stormy sea

i laid back on a slow wave,

to the depths of ground

growing down

with nothing to say

facing each other

withering in bloom

black flowers

as it landed away

down a rasp throat

inhaling a monotonus song

on the top of a pine

a shadow cast a raven

i turned towards my right arm

rays drew warmth from my skin

filling half of the horizion

the sun

on a carpet of thick moss

fully covered up by the woods

fell on my face

took a step back

the path was gone

i turned around