i don't trust myself
the words that slip from my trembling lips
the actions fulfilled by my shivering hands
the thoughts that run rampant through my reeling mind
like rivers cutting through a winter-stricken forest
and here i sit shaking
because here i sit freezing
i don't trust myself

there is a raven who sings me to sleep,
if could,
i'd dream every night.

that abyss of whom i am born,
cradles me in its arms of stars
and heart of clouds.

the moon is my light,
my goddess: lenore.
wings of black soul beating the air of love, forevermore.
whip me a whirlwind.

raven, oh raven, if you could see me now

Wrestle with these words:
That's life, just get over it.

Holding on to things that
at the end of the day
are sure to be left behind

Laboring away precious time
for lots of money, to pay
for escaping the grind

Wanting and seeking love
yet giving some, never
crossing the mind

Worshipping the mortal
external while to the internal
eternal beauty remaining blind

Always restless and searching
not knowing what is it
that we are looking to find

Staying trapped in such ironies
we think we are free, our world
is surely a mad house of a kind!

No matter what I do or how hard I try. I'm still trash. My initials are NAW because naw **** that guy.