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Corvus the Crow May 2017
A broken heart fails,
Stunned in the absence of it's own strength,
The emotions fall to nothing and short of bliss,
The hole in your being grows,

The cancer of your emotions,
Atrophy the love for all it's good for,
The sin of your own foolish mind,
Burns your blood through rusted veins,

Ill of mind you stumble,
Dizzy off the drug of the soul,
Fiddle your fingers against the keys,
The sorrow rips the music into a storm,

Notes fly from the abyss inside,
Monsters tear and burst through your skin,
The apocalypse of your life is reborn,
Masked in the ever present visage of her,

She kisses your neck and mauls out your voice,
She caresses your chest and claws out your breath,
Torn asunder by the memory of her love,
You will fade into the ashes you've become.
Corvus the Crow May 2017
You enter this half dream full stride,
The fog twirls the trims of your flowing white dress,
You took my hand and I took yours,
I lifted you on high to see the heavens,
My eyes have fallen so dark of late,
Yet the gentle sensation of your lips,
I can see the years of my life,
Stretched in music notes across your skin,
The orchestra of our movements consumes my heart,
Life like liquid love a motion swift and cool,
Flames soar by the beauty of your soul,
Corvus the Crow May 2017
The landscape of my mind is one of twilight,
Every moment caught in the stillness of my attention,
Fragments of light break the willow trees every now and then,
And I am all alone,
I hope you get my messages,
I toss them over the edge whenever I find enough time,
I love the idea of running,
If only running wasn't so far,
Everything is so far here,
Most of the time I simply gaze,
Down and down into that darkness,
Shadows twirl and dance before my eyes,
I find the notes from you there,
They drift in on a breeze and fill my mind,
Hello to you as well,
  May 2017 Corvus the Crow
PERTINAX
My decent into oblivion
Is certain
For I have been falling for so long
Theres no longer a way
To establish any point of reference
For my moral compass to guide me
Through the torment
Of bad decisions
And beautiful memories
Which coalesce into a virulent
Symphony of midnight destruction
That cripples future dreams
Into a fragmented jumble
Of abstract ideas and words
No longer carrying meaning
Yet still mean everything
To me
As I desperately plummet
Into the unknown
Blinded by your shadow
Old piece I forgot to add

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