Forest Corry

I know Ты won't let go of me
You're my greatest faceless enemy
Though all Ты do is hurt me
I guess misery loves company...
And Ты won't let me leave Ты lonely....
Though sometimes Ты speak so soothingly....
I almost don't want Ты to leave me....
I'll suffer very slowly....
Because Ты know just what to say to me.....
To keep me here, knowingly.
Because this is just the way it must be.

I have no choice
Because your voice...
It keeps me here...
So I can not fear.
The most difficult thing...
Is the ring ring in my ear...
Telling me to let go
That I don't belong here...
But I feel instantly drawn
To the bloody...

~Kem
As I look from the clear stream 2 the rusted barb-wire fence and back 2 the house where the ворона was still perched in the window frame. The window itself was shattered long ago. Various pieces still clung 2 the wood, stubborn and determined not 2 be moved. The ворона had strangely blue eyes as dark as the night slowly blanketing the sky. It stared at me with those deep blue eyes, but seemed 2 stare through me instead of just at me. And I, of course, stared back, wondering why it was here...and why it seemed....familiar... “of course I remember u...” I whisper, recognition sparking in...