I want to lie on the rocking chair.
Long-forgotten dread drifting off to the side.
I don’t remember the love we had, but I lied.
All in my head, detailed illusions lay bare.

I ******* and cry and disgust the heavens.
Slice deep into the chest. Heart in my hands.
For now we must carve out my final demands.
Until now in the din, I die, and so goes the raven.