Crow Story. Written N' Poetry Terms

Usually When The Leaves
Start to fall ,signs of Loneliness,
Emptiness, and Sadness begin to arrive
Sun begin to fade Time begin to turn. Snow begin to fall, leaving
You lonely in the days of Zero below. Down below is a Climate that no one predict to go.
Living n demises, my spirits begin to combine
With the outcome of denies. A neglect thought, the symbol of my whole life turned behind! But I still wrote in product of my soul being turned down in result of emptiness. Love begin to turn black..... {Lights.Out}

{Lights.On}
Black roses was reveal, black crows
were dead, Still I cry of the only
remaining soul left behind. With
no one out there to run to. Close
my eyes, re open my eyes there wasn't
a Bible that I can lay my eyes to, There
I prayed in a room full of darkness, and
in the background I'm hearing the noises
of folks " Help Me Please! as It get louder,
begin to pray louder.. To Turn around to
only see my life come to end right in
front of my own eyes.

The crows eating @ my eye's
zombies eating @ my flesh
devil reaching @ my soul
to only realize that my sins
were responsible for my side
of Black Resurrection.