Ominous Thoughts

Black crows gather by my window
Sharp glares cut at me with beady eyes
Slowly inhaling from a half lit cigarette
I glance back with an empty stare

My thoughts are too twisted to give much notice
Dark emotions stir like the ice in my whiskey
One of them begins to caw manically
I close my eyes and try my best to block them out

A montage of self-inflicted terror invades my thoughts
Like a midafternoon matinee to some horror film
How enticing it would be to clear it out with a 9mm slug
These suicidal tendencies are only getting stronger

I pop another pill and lay down in cold sheets
My body provides little heat for any comfort
It gets harder to find a pulse as I slip into comatose
Praying that I never wake up and just continue to sleep

Looking for some words of comfort or an angel to save me
But my ears are deaf and my vision is just too blurry
I just need someone to hold the broken pieces of my heart
Until it stops beating and crumbles into sand through their hands