I Am The Raven. Poem by The Raven
I Am The Raven.
Pain.
Do you know pain?
You know pain better than me.?
I know him better than her.
Death.
Insatiable, do you know how much she can stomach?
I treat her like a lost lover.
Throwing at her my mercy and writhing in curls of envy.
Love.
What can it be without pain and death,
We dance in circles, swirling patterns of entrapment.
None can be forgiven as this is what we have chosen.
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