Sleeping through the
Screams you let out...

Sacrificing myself
for what I could've been...

Moments where you hide away
Thoughts that used to come to play...

I am the poet.
The writer of emotions...

I lay in the land
of nature and beauty...

You hide in the shadows...
Letting your grave call to you...

A resting place.
The final destination...

Bandages across my fingertips,
Blood drips from lips...

He held my hand
and spoke kind words...

Just when the words
have lined up...

This raven is grounded.
This faerie has lost her soul...

Sweet love has abandoned me
And taken all...