The Raven
Little bird
that sits on my windowsill
those yellow eyes
piercing my soul.
Black feathers
disguised into the night.
I see you before I sleep,
able to tell my secrets to
since you cannot speak
except for a caw
that escapes
your
beak.
Little bird,
my best friend
your short life
will never end.
For I am with you now and forever
so stay by my windowsill

Let me look into your eyes.
Sweet abyss of colors.
Browns,
blues and greens.
Every color in between.
A Terra of the unknown.
For it is a planet of your soul.
If you let your lids
gently touch,
a shroud of night.
Beautiful abyss
that is your eyes.
Open lids so I may gaze
like a God from the heavens.
I soon forget that in those eyes,
you are alive;
and with a freight, I remember
you can look back
into mine.

If green is envy
My skin, become leaves and grass
Flowers bloom from my eyes

Your screams are
the most beautiful song
I've ever heard.
So scream your heart out
or until your larynx breaks.
Whichever comes first.

Its not my fault that
whenever I see
your face
I want to hold you close
and stab a knife
slowly
in your back.
*****.

Upon the withered
there was a tree,
up high above.
Let me feel your love.

As I tie this rope,
an art. Around your body.
Where many have hung.

Let me feel your love
as i choke from up above.
Hung by my own feet.

This is what its called.
A slow death is my blessing.
Your love feels like bliss.

You are a crow.
With black wings
Dark onyx iris'
You arrive and go as you
Please...save me.