Crow

I was born a spaceman
Tempted down to Earth
Forty nights fucking wasted
Fell from the stars to the dirt
I lose myself in the motion sickness
The only headrush I’m allowed
I’ll be the angel with your permission
If I can find a way out
I still have yet to learn the difference
Between paraphernalia
And iconography
The devil spoke lies in my ear, so virulent
I chased her off, but now I
Miss the company
Don’t let it break you
Don’t let it crumble
Don’t let it rot behind your skin
Again and again
Until the vultures and the vertigo set in
Is your faith just a drug?
To escape what you’ve done
Until your mind registers the motion sickness
And your eyes are sore from the constant double vision
I know that everything will be fine
And I hope that you’re doing alright
But these crows keep plucking at my eyes
Tied to a stone, where I’ve been cursed to never die