I take what's left.
I'm too much of a coward to make the first kill.
My best friend is a man who hides bodies in the floor boards
But at night, I fly. Take the wind and go.
My mind looking for the next thing to get attached to.
But this time someone took me, he took me.
Put me into words.
Rapping, tapping a melody
Made me into somebody
Who can't let go.
Doesn't leave until the job is done.
'Till the last bit of flesh is picked from bone.
Why did he pick me?
Rapping, tapping at some kind of door,
Why was I on the other side?
(the raven from Edgar Allen Poe's piece "The Raven")
