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Raven
A flock of ravens
Silently sat by my window
Tonight
But they all left
Save one,
Who paitently waited
For his dining time
And as the blood kept pouring
From my wrists
I couldn't help but noticing
We were both smiling
The fire whispered what
We never said
To our loved ones
The things we tried
So hard to bury
Underneath that grave
We call a skin
Tell me why I should wake up
If theres no reason to go on
With what life I had
I opened the window
So my only friend
Could be happy
While I'm silently dying
In my death I become happy
For helping those who keep on living
For feeding the raven, my friend
For housing the maggots
Who seek a warm shelter
Within my grave
