Black To A Crow Poem by Unic Cjonr

Muscle torn by my thorns -
I collided into straight through another bend -
What ripped the edges from my heart -
Pain which burns my fire into flames -
With veins plastered into my flesh -
Smacked into the sky -
I bond to the cracks -
Bones leaking marrow -
My blue print to life -
My storm is trapped inside, spoken by the wings, which flies outside -
What narrows the arrow to a sparrows -
Black is black to a crow -
The forgotten blood of the army -
Which lost to the white in snow -
Do not climb the mountain for a high -
The fountain to youth, sooner by the later -
Will wrinkle your face as sand runs dry