"The Raven"

The Raven

In the silence
This lucidity of calm
Pressing back against the laughter
The raven’s dream of our souls

We know naught what we are
Yet we remain to be seen
Caught in the demons eyes
The unpleasant demise of our sins
These , here, are the ravens wings

Lips meshed against poignant souls
Teeth thrashing in quaint snarls
A lone arrow stuck
thrashing out against wounded flesh
What remains is the dreams of our lives
These are the ravens lips that we so elegantly kiss

Loves charity may suffice our hearts
Yet against the moon’s crevice
Shadows creep and yawn to fill the void
Unpleasantness of contempt
Those Suckers of souls that dwell
The ravens claws that expand and control

Lead us back against this demise
Press our lips against the tempted vein
Love , and to truly love , is sympathy
These ill gotten gains
These , my dear friends, are the raven’s eyes of thee

Alone in the madness, I simply dwell
Always alone this alone…..
I too often, know so damn well
This is the heart of the ravens soul.