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Someone is beginning to crumble at the weight of a man's lies, feeling as if they are sinking him like lead, further into his decay. Written in 2008. Struggled with mental illness.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 115 - Published: 08-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3052096
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Written in 2008. Possibly in September as well.
The ravens circle me in the sky
I know right at that moment
That I will die
I cough and sputter
Spasm and mutter
My last breath
The ravens fly down in a second
Picking apart my bone and flesh
I see strings of blood
Plucked from their beaks
They also pluck my eyes
The horror I can't see
As soon as I'm a skeleton, white and bare
They fly away, into the air
There's nothing left of me
I won't even be buried, the wind blew my bones, nothing to see
I wished that you actually had a heart
As your lies have torn me apart
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