The endless army

I feel them walking on my head,
back and forth, now and then;
countless columns and rows,
again and again.
Now I see just how they are,
tall and dark, cold like stone,
taking their time to go 'round,
again and again.
And I hear them whisperin' low,
word by word; and that's the curse:
silent voices; my head bursts,
again and again.
How I wish that I could say:
"never more", just like the Crow;
but I fear I barely know
my own depths, my silent winds,
my lost faith, my tears and dreams
that keep coming like that curse;
the evil spell cast upon me
by your fading voice alone.

So I know this time for sure
they'll keep fullfilling my bane:
they are coming after me.
Again and again and again.

Finished on 08- 25-1997