I'm not sure this deserves a title

Jut let me warn you, you might not enjoy this, or even want to read it, and that's ok. You've been warned, so here goes....:


Lo, and listen to the raven's cries/
Hear it sounding forth the great demise/
tumbling out upon the field my words like warriors are ever-mindful of the overseer & its dreadful glare cracking beak and tearing talons but scorning protocol tradition and the rules they now find their way to a banquet a banquet of chaos and decay having slumbered for so long they now have been reckless ruthlessly laying waste to each other as they long for a long walk crying and sleeping that's what they want but they never sleep they always look for a target they are animals of war accustomed to fresh feasts and new wine they take what they see with no regard to propriety seeking serving and putting themselves above all and falling at the feet of knees wailing and gnashing brash and hate-filled symmetry all but lost on cracking boards of watchersby wanting a peek under the skirt of the warrior tick tick tick the bomb ticks like a man what makes a man tick like a warrior what makes a bomb tick tick tick like a clock sounding zero-hour on our doom and our happiness these words can't say what these words don't know/mean/feel/do i can't say i want to crawl away and towards something something something real and big and not worth missing i miss you i miss me i miss living i'm tired of mis-living
See it circle, soaring overhead/
A watcher spotting danger for my sake/
My heart should peace, not overfill with dread/
Now I lay me down to sleep before I wake.


Ok, so I warned you. Sorry. Don't feel like you have to comment or anything, I was/am just putting this out there....