The Reason And The Quill Of The Crow

Another journey thru the dark

I don't want to try anymore.
I can't try anymore.
I wont try anymore.
I don't want to love anymore.
I can't be loved anymore.
I wont feel love anymore.
I dont want to hurt anymore.
I dont want to be hurt anymore.
I don't want to be alone anymore.
I don't want to live.
I Don't need a reason to kill myself.
I need a reason not to.
There isn't one is there?

 

The wind drifts just above the water.
In a delicate dance.
Children lease kits into blue sky.
With beauty and hope in eye.
With only the slitest chance.
That this will be there....

 

Rivers rise.
Destroy this paradise.
Heart beats swell.
Only to be locked in wishing well.
Self Portraits stacked on shelf.
Only thing missing is the self.

 

Crow quill drops.
Ink runs low.
To be replaced by blood flow.
The night is lost.

 

Un-eased hand.
Never saw the promised land.
Distorted Prayer.
Now lay here.
No not quite dead.
Nervousness lies ahead.

 

Left to compromise.
The sacrifise.
Burned the alter.
During the falter.
A eternal path.
Of wrist to clash.

 

Collection of storms.
Lost identity.
In it's drowning.

 

The wind is gone.
A hopeless song.
Look so close at the golden fire.
Angel of desire.
Built its tower.
During the golden hour.

 

 

Stored in mighty men.
Made out of mud.
 

 

Just a scratch apon the skin
A letter of blood.
This life was laughed at.
And from out those horrid shadows a poem was crafted.

I don't want to live.
I don't need a reason to kill myself.
I need a reason not to.
There isn't one is there?
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody.
Black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you.

Author's Note

Sadest sorrow shall we sleep
So shall we sleep

Reviews

[Reika]

You are just too good at this.
Too good.
Reading this, it really just surrounded me and swallowed me up.
To the point where I'm shaking.
I like those lines too. You know, the "I don't need a reason to kill myself, I need a reason not to." ones?
Yeah...this was just really really awesome

[K C Scott]

This is soo depressing. I love it! I think the best art comes not from happiness, but saddness. Clearly you have confirmed this for me. Every single line is wonderfully saturated with emotion, but my fav is "I don't need a reason to kill myself, I need a reason not to." Absolutely brilliant! It sounds like it would be good song lyrics.
Awesome write.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Wow, I can totally feel the emotion and helplessness. Both amazing and enticing...