posted on Jan, 24 2009 @ 11:15 PM
Wretched feeling, sleep depravity.... rotting from within crude cavity.
Counting backward forward again, elusive slumber... 9.... 10...
The raven claws dig within, this empty soul drawing thin,
I can't recall so I simplify, use these notes to symbolize,
structured epic story fails, when placed against this face it pales.
Breathing in this poison air, I'm feeling weak under weight I bear.
Foundation slipping from below, the wing of this soulless crow.
Count again forward back; push away the rest I lack.
Maybe I’m simply delusional but I think you're beautiful.......