The raven

by Jeanie   Apr 23, 2012


I had awoken
with heaviness of dark words
unspoken.
I feel myself rotting at the core
with nothing left.
I have let go of my humanity
yet it does not feel like a tragedy

Now I am somewhat unkind
more so cruel.
I have become what you
should not consume.

I am unpleasant
uncaring, unsweet, unkind.
I have become somewhat immoral
Truelly something horrifying

Therefor there is no longer denying
that I am possessed with the spirit
of the dark raven

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