The Raven and the Backward Funeral

led somewhere
 the path before me
 turning around
 numb fingers
 fell up on my feet
 i was awaken
 sinking deeper
 filling my lungs with pleasure
 thick water
 i sunk

 on the sky
 of grey clouds
 fell on an iron armada
 glittering in the sunlight

 a rain like nails
 waves forgotten
 the shores were gone
 a crew, rowing a coffing across
 calm, stormy sea
 i laid back on a slow wave,

 to the depths of ground
 growing down
 with nothing to say
 facing each other

 withering in bloom
 black flowers
 as it landed away
 down a rasp throat

 inhaling a monotonus song
 on the top of a pine
 a shadow cast a raven

 i turned towards my right arm
 rays drew warmth from my skin
 filling half of the horizion
 the sun

 on a carpet of thick moss
 fully covered up by the woods
 fell on my face
 took a step back
 the path was gone
 i turned around