The Crows

The crows are coming for me I can hear the flapping wings of the murder in the air.

Please help me someone tell me to step away from the edge or yell don't jump please I beg you the crows are coming for me.

I heat there wings I see the black mass in the sky .. coming closer readying them selves to kill what's left of my frail soul..

Shit I'm done next time you see me I'll be graveyard dancing with the dead..