Fly Like a Crow (The poem) Single Song Release Is Dec. 31st 2025

The sky didn’t whisper — it split when it broke,
Thunder like engines that grind when they choke.
Storm rolling in with its teeth bared wide,
Chaos got rhythm, the night chose a side.
I learned early on there’s no shelter in calm,
You either get hardened or beg for a palm,
But palms close quick when the pressure gets real,
So I stood in the rain just to see what I’d feel.

Highs come fast like a lie you believe,
Lows stay longer than they ever should be.
Every win draws blood, every loss leaves debt,
And fate doesn’t ask — it just places the bet.
Some roads are twisted, some choices are cursed,
But they carve who you are for better or worse.
I stopped calling it chance, stopped blaming the break,
Some damage is built into what we make.

I still drift in dreams where the lights hum low,
Faces pass fast like a late-night show.
Subway rattling bones, mind floating away,
High enough to forget, not enough to stay.
Neon bleeds down the walls like veins,
Heart beats slow but it races with pain.
Half here, half gone, caught between,
Knowing too much to feel clean.

I fly like a crow where the streetlights cut,
Black wings stretched over cracked asphalt.
Thoughts get dark when the city gets sharp,
Every corner reminds you how fragile you are.
Don’t save me with slogans, don’t sell me belief,
I’ve choked on hope when it promised relief.
Just give me the sky and a reason to cope,
I survive better honest than doped up on hope.

The climb feels endless, the drop feels worse,
Every step forward rewrites the curse.
I land in places already condemned,
Where tomorrow looks just like then.
I already know there’s no padding below,
No soft return when you live this close.
You don’t fall once — you rehearse the descent,
Learn how to breathe while you’re losing the sense.

Morning comes wrong, like a puzzle miscut,
No fix in sight, just static and guts.
Hands shake jokes the body don’t find funny,
Mind runs broke while the world runs money.
Everyone’s talking like they cracked the code,
Like pain’s a phase or a story mode.
I try to scream but the sound won’t move,
It dies in my chest, turns cold and blue.

Still — I fly like a crow through the same damn night,
Same black wings, same borrowed light.
I don’t need rescue, I don’t need praise,
I need space to exist in my own strange ways.
The city still cuts, the truth still stings,
But I trust the damage that taught me to swing.

So I carve my mark where the echoes stay,
Names don’t fade when they’re etched in decay.
Every choice stacks weight on my frame,
Every scar remembers my name.
I rise with the shadow, not out of it clean,
But sharp enough now to slip the machine.
Break what binds, bend what they say,
If there’s no clear path, I’ll fly anyway.

I already know how this ends for me —
Not chained, not quiet, not begging to be.
I head for the storm, let the silence tear,
Let the roar come out cracked and bare.
And deep in the dark where the ground falls through,
I don’t disappear —
I move straight through.

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