Forgotten Dead Crow

I have killed yet another, and now I sit in my black hole

Waiting for another victim that I can behold

And not even that will feed this horrid need

I live for my own pain and suffering

I have beaten many before, and that would kill my pain

But this rotting feeling in my gut won't seem to go away

No matter how many I kill, it isn't enough

So I sit in agony in my little black box

For a mere second when I had her in my reach

I almost felt cured and almost felt free

She clawed and she fought yet I did not bleed

No blood can be drawn from pure agony

I stabbed her flesh and said my farewell

I left to find another pawn to kill

But there seems to be no to this horrid suffering

I am not him and he is not me

I am somehow forgotten and left behind

This life it has cruelty cast me aside

And fate it gave to me a horrid plot

All I want is to die and peacefully rot