Black Hearted Crow Poem by Bells Bear

The ones I love, I wish I don't
I'll only bring them hurt.
While they give me love,
I'll only be able to give them dirt.

Stay away, don't come near me,
You'll only feel deprived.
For in the house of an empty soul,
the child within me writhed.

The figure will come, and take me away
and no one will feel sad.
With dark wings and an indefinate job,
turning the only ones left mad.

The creatures dwell in the darkest of hearts,
which is where my new me will be.
Back to the begining, to the end,
one cut and all will be free.