Ravens inbound: I watch with horror as they pick your bones clean. I suck on the leftover marrow, ignorant and in bliss. Somewhere deep inside, or far beyond the reality before me, the pickings are ripe for the taking, for a feast of plenty; dreamers unbound knocking on doors unanswered.
Ravens inbound: you watch in horror as they pick your bones clean, then me sucking you dry makes it all converge, the feast of one no longer a fantasy, no longer a note in a paper left by the predecessors. Somewhere deep inside, the picking is ripe for the taking, for a feast of one โ knocking.
Ravens inbound: we smelt as we merge under the sky of dreams, under the stars and their protection we linger, we wrap the paper in circles of infinity, begging for their ultimate forgiveness. Somewhere deep inside the answers lie, foreshadowing the world before us. Unforgiven I revert to tossing off, and contemplation.
