sanity

i stand here

in the silver rain

with silver book and troubled brain

the harlot moon teases me

through the clouds

the droplets

sound like screaming silk

beat down on me like petals

heavy with sin

My heart stopped beating long ago

no snow falls

just the wind

blowing the flakes around

like ashes on the flame

i hold the ravens beak closed

it tears at my flesh

and is blinded with my crimson tears

it speaks in riddles

i have no patience for the trickster

i am no longer i

i am time feeding on time

i am life feeding on life

i am death feeding on death

The silver rain falls like silken cries

and the sun is now a house of lies

my thoughts lay in a sunken crypt

my soul

where the devil's quill

is dipped

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Beautifully written. The imagery is so intense and vivid with contrasting meanings that bring it to life. I really love these two lines "sound like screaming silk / beat down on me like petals" the contrast in them is beautiful. Loud, angry, violent sounds and actions compared with soft, calming and gentle images is a wonderful touch! I love the Edgar Allan Poe references. Each line is exquisitely written and powerful in its own sense. I particularly love the ending with the "devil's quill", the "feeding on" lines and the "harlot moon." Very well written and wonderful choice of words!

[Cherrie Palmer]

a lonely poem full of depth and blooming with images

[The Flawed]

I realy like your style of writing