Why is it raven closure
when all I want
is golden remarks
of your rich notions
assured?


I’m no poet
but I can think of a few words
to describe my love
tonight


We both have broke in serenade
and in silence


I may not show my clever temptations
to dark empathetic edges
But it never meant
I wasn’t writing lyrics


And when I’m wrapped up in the sun
enlighten me of your compromise with light
demonstrating a tongue-tied lie--
How many ****** bones
Wants your figure?


Are we wasting time
delivering sins
When we would have died
for living?


I don’t want to tell you
The sardonic fears I carry metrical with my trust
‘Cause Lord knows just how many
Times I’ve craved your body
Over your company
Loathing in my passion


envy can break--
us in every way imaginable


Souls are enduring spirits
That’s why they’re broken
Shattered
and
Scattered
(No one can piece it together)


I’ll keep the hounds at bay
If you learn to tame the deity inside
for me?


Because if that’s all your movemnt has to offer
Then you can forget it all  
(But if you can inscribe your soul, I’ll read. Write me your essance, become my Legend
Ahkira)



<-You were mine for a night, but I held back, and regrets fill the emptiness you left in me->


*forgive me not

How come it’s sadistically silent,
when all I want to hear
is the duet
of the moon and your
howl?

I’m no wolf,
but my do we both
have something in
common.


We both are star crossed lovers,
of the moon.


I may not entice myself to the law of time,
but it never meant
I stopped listening
at night.


And when you swear
upon a deathbed you know one day,
you’ll be slumbering in---
Just how many demons will be
hungry for your ashes?


Sure we have all have our
filthy little secrets
But since when are we
taking them to our graves?


And I don’t wanna whisper (help me,)
at the stroke of midnight.
‘Cause if you struck that **** clock 12 times,
Lord knows how many shadows

would feast--
On an empty girl at 12 a.m.


Hearts are savage creatures,
that’s why we keep them
caged in our
ribs.
(Even if our ribcages are secretly made of
dove feathers.)

Keep the hounds in hell dear,
for me?


Because if that’s all your duet has to offer,
than keep your lyrics. (But if you can sing, make me want to listen.     Wolf girl.)