A black crow wanted to stop my clock

When a black crow wanted to stop my clock
The sound was breaking even through glass
Making us lost
In the darkness of space

Everything should have ended
Right before a sudden bang
And a silent cries of a dying bird

That's when I thought
Beetles and skittles go together
Like raindrops before a distant storm
For my only childhood friend
Who came from a different dimension
To save my life

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