Curiosity Killed The Crow

Curiosity Killed The Crow

Where she hides, nobody knows
The grass is greener, as far as she knows
Where a blunder grows out of it’s clothes
Where she hides, nobody knows

A silent crowd is a riot of woe
Where lie a bird, is just a crow
Fall, a hundred feathers fold
Souls become a thousand foes

A different home, means a different role
Inside of her, another unfolds; alone
Finds thyself older on her own
Where she loses a heart, she grows a bone

A piece is lost when a hand is loaned
The peace is lost when cost means owned
To cross a chance that might be blown
To blow a chance because she’s prone

To beg for change means no coins or gold
Desperate for so, she never gives slow
Progress is shown like blood in the snow
She bleeds such, for the crutch that is loaned

He loves her more when the floor is her low
She turns to corpse when he’s forced to let go
Light the torch to scorch her for show
Her blood won’t show when he melts the snow

Where he hid her, nobody knows
The snow is scarlet, as far as he knows
Where a blunder glows out of it’s clothes
Where he hid her, nobody knows

Violetta Alexis-Copyright 2010

Reviews

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Dark, mysterious. Beautiful in the ways of a twisted mind. I could think of a thousand ways to describe this. And all of them would be good, not bad. It flows like lyrics slipping off your tongue with ease. Tells a story. Love, loss. Murder. Death. All in all. Great poetry. (:

[Misted Eyes]

Hauntingly beautiful, and brings to mind Nick Cave's Where the Wild Roses Grow... Though it might be simply because I listened to it not a long while ago.

Courteously,
The Misted Eyes that Gaze from beyond the Veil of Mist

[Pax Analog]

Gothically haunting and hits the ear like Poe as a rock songwriter. I can hear this grinding, moaning, shrieking at full band blast.

Darkly cool.