Blank page
 self imposed curse
 Scrawling thoughts
 To write for what?
 Crow Lands searching in the dirt with the stare
 Its black eyes something writhing
 Reared neck and horrible laugh
 Stones turn veering into vision
 What doesn't blink can't dream 
 It wants my eyes to see. 
 Black Beak weapon to pierce 
 Delirium scribbles thoughts onto page
 Something's writhing. Writhe! 

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 Wings spread
 plague, doctor
 It stabs towards my view
 It wants my eyes to see this
 Hands alone
 Fail to counter-attack
 My pen this make shift daggar
 [bad word] under the wing, blood drips onto my page
 Randon splatters onto white
 Falling back

 Reared back soaked in red

 Black bird stumbling through air

 Piece of flesh in my eye
 What's not mine doesn't hurt
 with clenched eyes I pull
 Bit by bit it falls...