Amongst the shadows, I cancel a pain, too afraid to let it out or share, but it is there, writhing, in my hair. I once was strong and sturdy, but never asked for this, oh maybe, Kiss, just let me in, don’t hold me back, let me make you proud! I am the prince, that dined among thieves, I Know you, I Know you, I Know you, what is this horrid game…. Why must I fall, was I just a distraction, something cheap from the coat rack? Oh how have the moors grown, will you find me there, laying, numb, no longer breathing, left with a bitter taste in my mouth, are you free? Are you free? Are you free? It’s the least I can be….
*(matthew bowers)* ~ 93
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 