07-04-2016, 02:37 AM
Imagine Yourself, what are you?
To you, maybe you are a piece of dirt
Or maybe, a cloud in the sky
But what you see doesn't mean anything sometimes
It's what others see you as
Me? I'm a star, the sun itself
Not because I'm powerful, but because I give life to those in need
I pick broken glass from the ground
I turn them into birds that are destined to fly
In the depths of the night, I'm called upon
And for a time, I am happy
Lust fills every corner in my mind
My dreams seem too real, like I could reach out and touch them
Voices whisper to me of my soon life
But then, the hand of the raven rips back into me
It tells me of my faults
I panic, mind no longer in light
Abuse is the word that utters from her lips
As is heard many times before from this raven
And no matter how hard you fix every complaint
The raven is set
Her eyes see disappointment
Dirt. Garbage. Why would they love someone like you
Yet you can not ignore the raven
For the raven is the reason for your life
It's as if Satan has pulled you from darkness to serve his evil deeds
What are you to do, but die?
I count my days
I count for days that I am free from its talons
Free from the world that the raven has made for me
Free from a suffering she has disguised as a plentiful garden
I've learned there is no garden
And the raven can not feed the world any longer
And that is why I'm being pulled under
Why the raven sees me this way
But I do not see me this way
I see what I see
And I see my own pain, my own suffering
Going weeks at a time without food
Rotting in the corner of the bed
Yet, still shines as the sun she is
For as much suffering I've been caused
I don't wish that upon anyone else
Imagine yourself
Then imagine me
What do you truly see?