A murder follows wherever I go,
black soulless wings beat to my steps.
Hollow hearts hang to my crow,
no regrets just bets left unchecked.
In darkness hope grows,
I peck at pointless pressures.
Pointing out "purpose flows "!
But when a boy cries out,
the grown childishly disown.
So, I climb my pitch and holy my tone.
Next thing I know, I instantly glow.
Now I look from two pairs of eyes,
disgusted by both views.
I choose to hide my mind
till the day my chair will know "no".