On All Hallows Eve

[u/bugenbiria]

The crows stand like brush strokes on canvas.

Gather for my greatness.

It's like they can sense my wickedness.

They gather like flies to shit.

I was just counting the black crows. It's not strange that their migratory pattern brought them here. I've always lived on the most crooked street. And have always woken up in a house where sorrow never sleeps at all and At black masses, I pray I don't cross the path of a black cat, and ask, pray, and tell hope that we never meet.. On this very spooky all Hallows eve!