Seeing you, smiling and laughing
Is hell for my soul
It chops it up into bits smaller than sand
I can barely smile anymore
My world is bleak, black, dark.
Only the raven flies in my sky
Sometimes it lands, to stare, to spite
As if to mock me to scorn me.
Like a faster than the flash of lightning
I pull out my gun and shoot the raven
I shout: “Goddamn it, ne’er shalt thee mock me again!”
My voice echos across the barren wasteland,
And I realise…
I shot my own very soul.