A Moonlight Resting Place…

Eyes wide, but with liquid vision,

With black rain, another moonlight drink,

How I live with darkened hearts and tortured souls;

I crawl the underbelly of wicked society,

I validate my existence writing, what I believe,

Places I've lived,

People I've loved,

Death is a friend,

Life is a rose petal, suffering without water,

Within a concrete spired kingdom, interwoven love confesses it's beauty,

The death of her, broke the silence of a promise,

A promise, that was left empty,

A promise, that the reaper had stolen,

I have questions!

I feel, that I can hurry up time,

Drown me in sorrowful liqueur,

Suffocate me, I'm lost and impure,

I wish, that the darkness will wash over me and light will appear,

I wish, for this sadness, to escape my reality, so that I can disappear,

I invite your feathers,

I invite your way of death;

Holding my last breath,

Now I see you, the raven,

You await the silence, from my death rattle,

No silken quil,

No velvet ink,

A pupil dilated,

A poem disputed,

My life, imprisoned by shadows,

My life, bewildered by dark souls,

I was lost under this magnificent moon,

A place of unknown, but I know now,

That I'll die soon...