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I barely knew my question,
         before the answer fell from your lips.
Now I realize,
         I didn't want to know.
I picked the lock,
         to a safe full of crows.
It wasn't my business,
         but I simply had to ask.
Had to pull back the blood red curtain,
         only to wish I hadn't.
And now I'm sorry.
         I'm so sorry I asked,
         so sorry I didn't help,
So sorry I followed your advice,
         "Don't tell a soul."
If I had been somewhere else,
         another place and time,
I wouldn't have to live with
                 the Suffocating,
                           Intolerable,
Guilt.
The rest of my life spent
with a black crow,
now perched on my shoulder.
         With a blood soaked scrap...
...of you,
         clutched in its beak.


                         MBDoolittle
Blood Soaked Scrap