Ravens Are Scavengers From Heaven

Ravens Are Scavengers From Heaven

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
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My dream on 09-06-2012

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This is not as I hoped, a cold deciet.
There's darkness all around, decay of hours pass,
No words spoke in sound, not upon my ears to recall;
No people to see, to cry for help, to know I am not so lonesome;
No place I can call home.
In the night slumber, my name I hear
In the saddest of all voices to year down my solitude.
Her face I see, soaked by the rain her eyes pour so relentless.
Her voice is shrill with pain, why?
And is it my gaze that lies to me or does this world slant to Hell?
For one second I see my naked body to a tree,
A dark ambition stabbed into my flesh, keeping me here with rust.
No, no I do not wish to stay!
Let me go! Please let me go!
"Dont look behind you," I whisper, "...The storm is coming...
Run...Sis...Why don't you run..?"
My name is in the cold air again,
I shiver into the blackness.
I hear a weeping child, and a love's voice cry out.
Why does my name pass his lips so?
Who is it that has caused this agony?!
In the tyrant of hate, I look to the violet lake of Shadows,
The very essence I was decreed insane.
And the blood running down my skin is too much to bare,
For any eyes to soak in the loss.
The lush green grass upon the ground so far away
Is where they stand in broken heaps of helplessness.
Why do you look at me with agony Sis?
Why are your eyes so wet as the liquid in my own?!
Why does Love try to catch me?
Why does he fight the violence of this ocean caress?!
"If you come any closer, you will not wake!!"
So my voice howls to the rain that begins to pour,
Heavy as the day I gave my body to him.
And the icy hands I brace for as they claw up my legs in deep hissings,
Pinning my fears in life,
And I escape nothing as the screaming of my name
Echoes like thunder past their lips of concering nostalgia;
My cry of harrowing fading into the darkness I knew too well.
My admirations...Who has done this to you?

© 2012 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


Author's Note

xXxCynicalWarsxXx
I couldn't describe the extent of I all for it's an overwhelming nightmare, where there's only 4 colors and prolonged extremes; overall, it's all I could manage to find in words.

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Added on September 6, 2012
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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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