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Silver Raven May 2018
Pins and needles, swallowed whole,
By the liars, that have told,
Chaos, blackmail, secrets too,
Full of pity all for you.
Pins and needles, thrown in their eyes,
To cleanse the darkness, from inside,
The core of every, single soul,
That is painted with blackened coal.
Pins that *****, needles sew,
Pins and needles through lies they flow,
Causing pain, regret, and fear
All to those that do not care.

Red eyes that pleas for aid.
Don’t bat your eye,
For soon they will no longer be here.
  May 2018 Silver Raven
Meera
My pen bleeds
As its ink seeps
My words cry
The seer weeps
I keep scrawling
Until my pain recedes
Walking on my way
Where my lament leads
Crumbling to bones
Changing to fit the needs
My frailty drives me
As nothingness breeds
In madness I did
Those fearful deeds
Now I'll have to pay
The price of my greed
Making me suffer
My demons succeed
In the garden of love
I feel like a ****
I am looking for my way
To the flowery meads
Where the chains will be shattered
And then I will be freed
Sometimes you just feel lost and there seems no way out
Silver Raven May 2018
Built to perfection
From metal destruction
Sent in to battle
Where all men turn to dead cattle
Only for satisfaction
Left with no compassion
Built to perfection
From metal destruction
Rust from tears and screams
Their blood starts to stream
Piece by piece she falls apart
Second by second she loses heart
Weakened from hells playground
She will return to the underground
Zinc, copper, silver, aluminum
No longer perfection, just the bare minimum
Silver Raven May 2018
I was brought down by countless enemies,
So, I faced empty caskets for charities.
I was battered by tongues of thorns now I am in hiding,
Running away from their storm of insults and flaws
And I know they’re wrong with honest negativity.
I was left alone to endure this catastrophe.
Great.
Now their words become my reality?
My body becomes their masterpiece?
I’m not their opinion meshed in a frame...
I am my one and only fact. Stop playing me like a sick game!

No, I don’t want to believe what they have say.
But I  have to, if I want to survive another day.
Finding who you are takes time. Not taking others frivolous comments.

(Unless it’s constructive criticism... I guess)
Silver Raven May 2018
White dressed girl, spinning in the room
Full of innocence, pure and true.
In the distance there’s someone else.
Dressed in black yet standing still,
Full of guilt, naughty and false.
What separates them is the gray line,
Thick yet so thin.
There on the white side,
She spins and sings with a smile.
While on the dark side,
She is standing still.
What the pure girl doesn’t know
The dark girl does know.
The pure girl was never pure,
But instead was evil galore,
Just like that depressing girl.
Silver Raven May 2018
Scars and bruises
On my surface
Pain and tears
Are all I feel
Disgust and rejection
Is my first reaction
To keep inside
I showed a lie
A clever disguise:
A simple smile
That could fade a while
A simple laugh
To help time pass

You ask, How am I?
I reply, Just fine
Why do I hide?
So you can be alive
Why do I care for you?
So you won’t be alone
Why do I lie?
So you can leave me
Peacefully.

— The End —