Crow

I sit in a room 
With white walls
Sitting by the phone
To see who calls.

My personal armegeddon
Todays world corrupt
Id love to be rude
But Id hate to interuppt.

I sit on my seal
I sit on my window
Looking out into the world
Looking at a crippled willow.

Rests atop a branch
Eyes glowing red
A Raven
A Crow who avenges the dead.

This room is 
A minds prison.
But the Crow
Has Arisen.

He walks into the world
Aware and abrupt
To take the wretched souls of
Those who are corrupt.

When he talks to me
He looks me in the eye.
And two words are all that come you see.
"Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry."

For, We all are corrupt.
None are perfect.
But our souls are expensive
So we are worth it.