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that feeling that comes around midnight.
right around the time when the liquor stops soothing
and you're left wide eyed in the middle of a heartache
because the past never gets tired of it's demented amusement

of ripping you open time an time again

around dawn it falls together around the same time that
your fingers start twitching from lack of sleep it's then

you beginning to realize that for the first time in your life

you're utterly lost an alone

on ebony wings the raven it returns to me,
O how I long to fly free
on healing winds that do not tarry
wishing to once again dance among the stars
but alas a lonely heart is wary

My beloved dark eyed raven comes to Me
with the tale tale sound of My heart beating
to a truly a lonesome song

people who have no clue making up the rules

of who's  right an who's wrong
would it be the same If they knew it all
the dark things that I've done playing to their game
the memories that ain't that fun.
The shadows of the past that I hide locked inside.
would it be the same if they all knew.
what it was we all went through
would we have to hide,what we feel inside
If they really knew the truth

O on the ebony wings of ravens I fly

searching through the darkness for light
running from a world where words become just words.
pen and paper mean nothing anymore 
for the heart an soul of the poet is dead other than that feeling

you know when you realize
that ,that someone has stopped once an for all

loving you

 ~ D Donner ~