I am the raven perched high on the branch
of a wintry tree grown in the middle of the sky
you see me here, my frosty gaze upon you
yet I startle you with my melancholy cry
the moon dances in a black beady raven eye
as I swoop to peck your shoulder
walking through my haunted woods boldly
didn't you notice your breath was getting colder?
the raven transforms into a maiden dressed in black
with pale blue lips, frigid skin and icy eyes
I draw close to you until our faces are all but met
and whisper in your ear the amaranthine lullaby
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
The only thing that makes a difference
is when you decide to pull the trigger
Should you stop right now?
or are you meant for something bigger?
I just want peace.
I just want peace.
I just want peace.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
At your breath,
Every sound in the world stops.
At your beauty,
Everyone's jaw drops.
I caught your eye
For a moment or two.
You caught my heart
Of course, as you do.
Why do I torture myself,
And think of your face,
When you left me here?
I could've given you space.
But alas, I know
I was never good enough.
I could capture you glance.
That, alone, was tough.
I would never have anymore.
This, from day one, I knew.
Yet, I'll always have the memories
of how much I loved you.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
How long will I weep bitter tears at the side of empty caskets?
Until I fall in one of my own to bed in a sleepless sleep.
And on the day that you find my empty eyes crying no more,
Who is it then that will have to weep?
Because as I stand now, you do not see that I am dying.
As I stand now, to you , I may as well already be dead.
You see the hollow in my smiles and you ignore it.
I fear I will lie alone when I lie in my eternal bed.
So take my body and feed it to an unquenchable flame
To signify all of the times you wished I would burn in hell.
Spread my ashes over the deepest ocean trenches,
When I sink, I know you will find bliss in my farewell.
Oh, how I have loved you all of these years, so blindly.
The secrets I've shared, the vulnerabilities I've bared
I thought you were the one person who would never hurt me
Indeed, I was youthfully naive and violently scared.
In my last moments, please, pull your dagger from my back
restore, at least partially, any dignity I have that may remain
Even now that I die, I cannot hate you entirely.
Part of me wishes to blame this on your need to inflict pain.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC