Ravens Mark The SkiesDeath comes swiftlyOn the wings of the nightAnd darkness overtakes allWhen the raven takes flight.-The dove is defeatedWhen black wings flutterBlue skies turn blackAnd windy voices mutter.-Midnight tinted feathers fallFrom the blue heavensLightening strikes the hillsSignaling the end of the Raven.
Answers are Elusive What if death is only the beginning?and life is really the end? Maybe I'm not even real,Just like my imaginary friend. Love I know is an illusionBut hate can't be real.Of peace, there is no such thingbecause all we know is what we feel. My mind is a mysteryand my body isn't true. What can I rely onIf I can't even trust in you?
I Love You A mass of twisted dreams,Is what my heart has become.It's tearing at the seamsBut I'm not dumb. I know what you've done,But I've done bad things too. Please don't runWhen I say that I love you.
Suicide As I gaze over the edgeof the great abyss I feel the weightof every loveless kiss. Will I mend? No one can tell,For my wounds are very deep But I care not if I live or dieAs I watch the blood seep. A white porcelain grave filled with water,Thats where you'll find me.My parents won't miss their daughter,They'll let me drown in this red sea. Darker grows the whitewashed roomand all I see is red. A shiny blade glints in the gloomas my thoughts leave my head. This is what you've done.Does it make you smile? I never meant to runBut I'll be gone for quite a while.
All These Questions- second additionWhat will there bewhen there is no love in this worldleft for me?What could be the use of lifeWhen freedom refuses to be free?What can I saywhen no one longs to listen?Who will be innocentwhen even child's eyeswon't glisten?So many questionsBut time runs away.Just one last request:Please, Remember this day.
All These QuestionsWhat lies in the halls of the imaginationAnd lingers in the depths of the soul?What if thoughts could foster a nationAnd words could make me whole
?When light ceases to exists what will the world hold
Will darkness consume everything?Leaving the oceans lonely and cold.Will the moon crash down from the sky?Will the birds still fly?These questions I cannot answer.Though my wondering mind wants it to be so.These thoughts are a deadly cancer.And I realize, I may never know.
Murder- Tanka PoemIt's dragging me downAnd now I'm 6 feet underI am in the groundBut my soul lingers longerDrifting on the winds of time