atmosphere
i burned my ******* finger
did nt look any better
on paper..
but no crow,
you´re not getting any money..

a dim epicurean
fat and lazy..
(you will only want more)
no longer my window but
a closed door-
a vista innocent but a blank cheque..
not hope but to let..

yes,you will soon cease to be real
you won´t know how you feel
hello,my name is crow..
a nameless jackdaw
with plenty but no soul
25 and old..
i was once a diamond..