All In Black

A man made of all the things you've seen
Comes to greet you in a dream-like haze
Delighted though he laughs to see your face in such a state
Dressed all in black, you are not

Why does this figure frighten you so?
Does it not bode well to your past?
Does it not conform to your notions
Of the distribution of the memories inside your head?

A crow comes to haunt you in the trees
Tells the truth of all you see in blackened feathers
It asks you if it knows you or itself, or maybe either
And if it know so little what do you know?

Why does this figure frighten you so?
Does it not bode well to your past?
Why does this figure frighten you so?
Has it not been a mirror today?
Does it not conform to your notions
Of the distribution of the memories inside your...
Of the distribution of the memories inside your head



Credits
Writer(s): Will Wasem
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