Kissing The Crow

Kissing the Crow
Let me feel your hands,
Above those shores of absent heavens,
Sign of cross on my chest,
Helps me believing in my rest
Sad crow standing on dead twigs
Whistling my funest hour by his wings,
Black bird shadow counting,
To lead me on my ending future

I'll be forever screaming your name,
My spells will bless your heart
I'll be forever screaming your name
Even if the clock keeps ticking
The sad poem of my last breathing
My soul is slowly fading,
Forever, I am failing