In your room of nothing,
A raven owns the air.
His presence plagues your
Darkest dreams and issues
His cry is echoed dully
By the shrieks of your
Shrieks that he ignores while
He tears your mind apart.
Soul soon shot to pieces,
Shattering to the ground,
Your body falls
Amongst the shards,
Making not a sound.
He rains down silver sorries
On your corpse that’s now
He now regrets his wicked words,
He now regrets his spoken spears,
Too late is revealed the damage,
Too late in coming, are his tears.
In your room of nothing,
A raven owned the air.
But now his venom’s caught him too
And your miseries he shares.
When I was asked to be your friend it gave me the greatest fear.
I was okay with being your friend, but I was afraid to draw you near.
In me it caused a worrying that should we be friends for many a year, we’d then part ways and not see each other for a rather long time.
That long time is what I feared.
In that time I knew you’d forget,
I knew you’d forget the years.
The years we were friends.
The years we held each other so dear.
Trembling, I feared when we’d finally meet again.
I’d come forth with tears.
Remembering the years
And remembering the days.
I’d wrap you in my arms, and you with horror would say;
Stranger, who are you to dare? Who are you to make me ensnared?
Ah how through my tears I would laugh.
For you, my friend of bygone years, you disillusioned my now real fears because for all of those long happy years you just dared, to not even care.
And I would not remind you of the years that we did share,
‘Stead with my hand hovering over my heart, a heart that was riddled with venomous spears, I’d stagger out the door to find one more friend, one more friend for me to lovingly fear.
You picked your pieces one by one,
dropping others, loving some,
Some fit well right from the start
where others, well, were torn apart.
Some were lucky leaving early
while others left it far too late,
Most left with their crimson anger
All of them left with blackened hate.
We are now friends,
I considered at first, admittedly,
In response, to shake my head,
But then I thought about it and,
Decided I could use a friend.
A friend you said you wanted yes,
someone always to be there,
With no good byes.
Yet always wasn’t everlasting,
To you it was not infinite.
Always was simply evanescent,
Simply a piece to briefly fit.
Her tongue spoke silver,
Her mouth shouted red,
Her body formed blackness
Inside of my head.
Her smile shined white,
While her hair it ran golden,
Yet it was to her grey eyes
That I was beholden.
Her laughter cried yellow,
Her sigh screamed of blue,
And though she was my spectrum,
She painted for you.
A flowered walk we took one time
To look into each other’s mind
And our search did yield us to find
That neither one of us was kind.
We both spoke poetry with laughing hearts,
But within our skulls we were apart,
On the surface, a work of art,
Yet down below a poison flowed.
A darkness coursed through both our veins
And both we’d given it free rein
To instill a lacking of something once known,
That made us now together; alone.
By our changes were we deranged,
Metamorphosed into something new
To each other we became untrue
And so it was ours days turned blue.
A blackened future ahead did lie,
A glimpse of which showed no good bye,
Just two heavy-hearted sighs,
Filled with the question, whether to survive.