The Tombs of Los Angeles
The rain came down
Cold and distant
Kinda weird for this time of year
My bones dew tight
Swaddled in motorcycle leather
Black turtleneck, Crowley MAGICK
The air arid with a distinct freeze
I felt my thoughts wondering away
And here
I recover
Thawing marrow
Finally relaxing across the Thick
Chez Lounge that holds me
Protects me, enveloping me
Like an ancient sarcophagus
Built from gold and the finest jewels
One with the tomb I will one-day find
I hear it, I feel it, it calls my name
And finally I find a moment
To rest in peace
Raven BLACK 🖤🥀🐦⬛
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 