Under the Wings of the Raven: 16. My Last Poem

This is my last poem, A swan song of only black notes, As always, I’m writing with poisonous thorns And my dark, dark blood, Now more than ever with the end so near. There is no heaven, only a dooming hell, Filled with the obligatory devils and demons, Burning flames, with a consuming fire, Eating away the leftovers of hope in...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 15. Lost Soul

Threatening clouds, Dangerously hovering over, dancing inside my head, Bulging with tints of grey, Driven by a demon’s force, A deadly whirlpool Churned up by heavy winds, It’s swirling and pulling at my gravity, Gulping down my everything, Magnetizing, mesmerizing like the devil is, Destroying without mercy, Without withhol...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 14. The Quiet After the Storm

I’m startled by the light and flashing, for a moment it’s very bright and clear as if the dark was swallowed, I see it fine now in this head of mine, keeping my breath up I still count and shrink by the unexpected, the outbreak of a cracking thunder, in my ear beats fiercely a hammer, the roof groans under the hauling and th...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 13. Werewolf

I am crying the moon in the air and feeds the wolf in me with blood and tears in me awakes the night while the owl is screeching in my head and his all seeing eye is looking my worries outside It is the wind that is my skin and the earth my bed I smell my fear in the deep of the gray but my dream is more realistic then all the c...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 12. Camera Obscura

I’m dying every night, a moment in the shadow of a grinning moon, a count in the sneaky gliding of a cloud upon the light my thought is a hobo on the sound of a crow, I’m closing the brightness doubt after doubt, the sharp of their edges stripped of any kind of reason is cutting as a knife in these sounds, out of my throat f...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 11. But Sleep... not yet!!!

I hear it scratching on the attic floor yesterday it was still behind the wall sometimes I think it’s all in my head the sound that clatters in my chamber then in the corner of my eyes I see fingers that stretch and reach for me eyes in the dark, a mouth wide open rows of teeth like knives that cut it whispers something I can...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 10. Skeletons skinned

Whispers whistling in the blowing wind, I hear them, I don’t fear them calling for me, In the disappearing light, I’m just able to see The fallen flesh of the skeletons skinned. Lingering in the night is the fright Between the hour of the owl and the rat There’s only a cry, a swift fly of a bat Now is the time to run, now ...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 9. One of the Walking Dead

If I don’t feel the warmth of the sun On a sunshiny day, If I'm too numb to feel My feet on the ground, Even when I’m stamping them Till there's a hole in the soil, What am I but one of the walking dead? Even if I don't see the maggots wriggling In my muscles and digging holes through my bones, Still I can't feel the loss Of...
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Under the Wings of the Raven: 8. A way out of the Night

It’s not the shadows nor the sounds in the night that I fear, and even if I can’t place them or put a name on it, in my head they write me a way out of the night in myself. I dress them without anxiety with reality, a fixed form, a voice that I want to recognize. It’s the morning and the light that feeds my fears and let m...
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