The Crow (The Witness)

Look at it, flying above the trees, looking down on what it sees as its domain, its home.

Look at him, so called on top of everything, his world.

Look at him, not caring... Isn't it beautiful?



Who is this you ask? It is the crow. One lone crow. I see him snow glistened morning, as I walk down this silent road...



It seems like he and I are the only surviving creatures on this seemingly forsaken landscape. Lifeless, except for the increasingly louder drum I hear pounding inside my chest. This must be my heart...



I'm starting to recognize the sensations flowing through my idle body. It seems as if I have stopped in my tracks. Completely motionless. My eyes solemnly fixed on this small, winged, antagonist.



This demon bird, is it mocking me? Completely oblivious to mt my presence as if it thinks its better than me. I watch it land on a select tree. Why this tree? Why not any of the other trees in this boundless forest that surrounds us? I'll tell you why, cause upon this privileged tree, above all tree... I can still see it, taunting me.



I remain still. I can only hear the air slowly leaving my nose and the now heavy hitting heart pumping within me. It feels so powerful, it must be trying to generate life into my cold, emotionless surroundings. This act is useless.Every coursing rhythm feels like it will explode inside me and splatter me all over the blank, purified ground....



I wouldn't mind that. Anything to remove me from here. I'm starting to lose all feeling. Only hate seems to be keeping this vessel alive. Hate towards this evil bird.



It is now staring into me. Its dark, godless eyes must be draining me of all sense. He must know what he is doing to me. I want to scream until my lungs capsize and I can't breath anymore. I can't though. It's like he is controlling me. It is consuming me with absolute hate and terror.



I use my every bit of will to try to move something. My legs do nothing, and my eyes are now deadlocked with his. There is no escaping it. I try to force myself to do something, anything. Have I gone mad?



Just then, my arm falls into my pocket. I can actually feel something... the answer to my silent prayers. I conjure up my every last ounce of strength to move my arm, hand, and solution up to my skull.



They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you are about to leave this realm. But I can remember nothing before this... The events that have brought me too this moment...



I can only see this evil crow's manic stare as I pull the trigger.