The Raven And The Backward Funeral — Skepticism

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