Crow Nyxian Poems

Whose that in my mirror?
Her body is on fire
She tears at her skin
Till it is streaked with red
...

you break your cross
to stab
but now you claim
that your religion is
...

why do you speak to me like this?
i am your creator
you are my chemical imbalance
i am your mother and father
...

Talk dirty to me? no
talk clean
i am an antique
i have glass bones with
...

my bones are filled with electricity.
I feel the movement of the earth within my own body.
My mind is filled with thousands of worlds, in which I am God.
I move to much?
...

/you are walking through the woods.../
-continue
/you are walking through the woods.../
-continue
...

/game over/
-continue

/...are you sure? /
...

/Restarting conciseness/
\...hello? _
/Conciseness restart success/
\i'm dead_
...

/Physical form observation/
{-Stage one_fresh-
-algor mortis complete-
-rigor mortis complete-
...

take her
moon-face
with your cold sharp hands
and with that
...