Magpie

My mind is empty; yet my heart aches consistently  

I am alone; yet surrounded by anonymity 

I scream and growl and yell 

There is no denying; my seat is reserved, I am in hell 

Hello, I speak to the figure in the dark 

My body will transform; from here I will bark 

For my roars were forever silent  

My urges within grew increasingly violent 

The man whose name should not be uttered 

In a new dimension; my mind is still so cluttered 

For I have seen the red inside the horns 

A life so still; it be not worth the mourns 

Living the good life; they say good is hard work 

Standing beside the grave I will forever lurk 

One magpie; one is not within means 

Years I will promote the visuals on the screens 

For I am the one who sold the soul 

The body still stands; but the mind strolls 

The wish I has been ever so unlucky 

Trapped inside, a young man name lucky