The Raven and the Backward Funeral-Skepticism

The Raven and the Backward Funeral - Skepticism Led somewhere The path before me Turning around Numb fingers Fell up on my feet I was awaken Sinking deeper Filling my lungs with pleasure Thick water I sunk On the sky Of grey clouds Fell on an iron armada Glittering in the sunlight A rain like nails Waves forgotten The shores were gone A crew, rowing a coffing across Calm, stormy sea I laid back on a slow wave, To the depths of ground Growing down With nothing to say Facing each other Withering in bloom Black flowers As it landed away Down a rasp throat Inhaling a monotonus song On the top of a pine A shadow cast a raven I turned towards my right arm Rays drew warmth from my skin Filling half of the horizion The sun On a carpet of thick moss Fully covered up by the woods Fell on my face Took a step back The path was gone I turned around