THE ALBATROSS
They say that beauty lies…
In the eyes of the beholder
And yet lay in silence here
Naked before you prostrate
I pretend I feel Feel your heart
As I receive the hollow echoe
Deep within your sordid bones
Your will reverberating angst
Your fear breeds wildfire wounds
Your cause is less than empty
My nausea all too Real
The autumn breeze carries the
Sound of children laughing amongst thieves and ravens alike
The curtain’s drawn revealing lies
Heady whispers between the sheets
Dirt and pain spread like omens
Ancient voices bleed for the chosen
There are no answers No reflection
No acts of saintly forgiveness left
Her eyes once held an innocence
That was stolen with a kiss of death
Poison skin shadows crawl in a
Concrete world of desolation
How many have come before me
Buried their shame at your feet
Lost themselves howling insane
Projecting portraits that don’t exist
MB93
2022
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 