chase

The crows curcle the grey sky
heavy thick and shifting

Somethings about to kick off,
the uneasy tensions in the air.

The maddening cries from the crows haunt my disturbed mind.

The voices in my head are telling me to run,

I turn my head and glare up at the billowing sky,

Lift my hands to my face and rip the skin with my fingernails.
Raindrops of blood hit the sticky tarmac beneath me.

Blood runs down my arms, i fall to my knees and

the rain falls red

Throw back my head and scream out your name in agony

my salvation

but your gone

and i hate you now