walking around with so much on his mind,
diagnosed with something,
"an antecedent to sadism", they say.
he chopped off his raven's wings,
envious of the black bird's flight;
and scratched his own epitaph,
'wicked minds think alike'.
carbon taking the lead,
charred his sticky tongue dark;
he's a prodigal son turned red with defiance,
sick of the spineless patriarch.