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RAVENS : AN ALLEGORY
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
What is this thing in the mirror?
They’re cawing to get out
I swallow my pills but the grave draws closer
Talons at my throat, die without closure
Spirits in the fog, intoxicating
I can’t hear my cries for all the screaming
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
What’s this savior in the needle
Can it purify me?
I’m shallow and poisoned, condemned by I
Killing myself slowly and surely denied
The easy way out but immortalized
In your eager eyes that believe my lies
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
It seems I’ll live forever
Shattered but unbroken
Pushing the weight of the world
As the ravens peck away
I
CAN’T
KEEP
FROM
FALLING
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
R A V E N S
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
I CAN’T KEEP IT INSIDE
THE TRAGEDY OF RHYME
i can’t keep it inside
the tragedy of rhyme
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
What is this thing in the mirror?
They’re cawing to get out
I swallow my pills but the grave draws closer
Talons at my throat, die without closure
Spirits in the fog, intoxicating
I can’t hear my cries for all the screaming
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
What’s this savior in the needle
Can it purify me?
I’m shallow and poisoned, condemned by I
Killing myself slowly and surely denied
The easy way out but immortalized
In your eager eyes that believe my lies
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
It seems I’ll live forever
Shattered but unbroken
Pushing the weight of the world
As the ravens peck away
I
CAN’T
KEEP
FROM
FALLING
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
Blame myself once again
Their curse on the thunder
R A V E N S
R A V E N S
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
I CAN’T KEEP IT INSIDE
THE TRAGEDY OF RHYME
i can’t keep it inside
the tragedy of rhyme
Published 25th Jul 2018
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
An Allegorical Poem
An Allegorical Poem
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25th Jul 2018 4:29am
Wow this sounds like a song?
I Really enjoyed the structure and it was a bit suspenseful, thanks for sharing :)
Zazzles 😁
I Really enjoyed the structure and it was a bit suspenseful, thanks for sharing :)
Zazzles 😁
25th Jul 2018 4:37am
I've always said I write songs instead of poems but all in all I think they're both the same. Thank you for the kind words and stopping by.
25th Jul 2018 4:43am
Anonymous
25th Jul 2018 4:47am
The strum of dark acoustics ...
you play it poetically well, my King
~yours Devil`lyn
25th Jul 2018 4:50am
