A Murder

A flock, a group of glimmering black feathers,
Perched atop a telephone wire, silent, staring down.
At least one hundred feathered beasts, with eyes like obsidian gleaming.
The size of the event is deafening, yet no sound is made.
They all cast their gaze down upon the street,
Looking upon their fellow winged mate,
Who was lying still, not breathing, not seeing,
Yet staring into an empty space.
He lay lifeless on the ground,
No blood running though him
But settling, having run still.
The others looked over him, for a while still,
Ruffled their feathers, took flight, and didn’t look back.
One after another took to the skies and left to scavenge more
All of which they hadn’t missed more,
More than their fellow Raven.

The Chasm

Life seems to be pretty bleak. No outstanding future, no hope for a beautiful tomorrow.
I think of you, and find myself with mixed emotions and feelings, ranging from happiness to sorrow.
There was a point in time that you were my dream within a dream, melded with the deepest part of me.
But now I dig deep and find that the most beautiful part of me is gone, and is now what used to be.

I’m left to a twisted stand of raw emotion, void of color, of life.
I feel this hole deep within me, the source of all my strife.
Any time I look at you, the pain echoes within that chasm, the source of my misery.
You robbed me of life, of tomorrow, of emotion, and I’m left with what I can see.

You. And who you used to be to me.

You
 

You.
Beautiful. A master of disguise.
You hide your true self behind all your lies.
And you got me to believe that it's not you, but it's me.
And I understand now, forever and always, this is how it's going to be.
Boom went my heart.
This pain inside doesn't have a voice, just some eyes.
You're putting this light out, slowly it dies.
I had believed you'd put me back together,
and now realized that you aren't forever.
Crash went my hope.
But your pain, your torture, your hate will go on.
Your soul will last long after you are gone.
So will I. I'll deal with you as long as I live.
And I've got nothing but my sadness to give.
Creak went my dreams…
Why do you still haunt me? How can I appease you?
After you had left, I truly believed we were through.
But you live on, an eternity of darkness, a sea of tears.
I used to be afraid of nothing, but you now compose all of my fears.
… And hanging from the tree, twang went the rope.
Your legacy will be a war song, a bitter tune.
Mine will be a sour symphony, my pain won't end soon.
Are you happy, wherever you are?
Because I know you torture me from afar.
You.