Spreading The Evening Sky With Crows

An old women she just told me

this is the lonliest life she has ever seen

every wrinkle is a monument

meant for dust and decay

the painter understood this

spreading the evening sky with crows

the sky all black placenta

its too big to ignore

pull out the lawn chairs,

and watch the angels rip out their wings

my sweet eternity,

you were more than i bargoned for

i guess all good things come to an end

each breath is a monument

every blink of the eye

or is it like a photograph,

another day gone by

pull out the lawn chairs,

and watch the angels pull out their wings

my sweet eternity,

you were more than i bargoned for

all good things come to an end