The only thing that once allowed me to sleep,
a comforting thought of my love for you
returned in gentle harmony and understanding.
Even that has been torn from my mind
with so many veins filled of my blood,
shreds of tissue, and pieces of my heart.
Ripped out by the beaks of ravens,
their black plumage shimmering cold
in daylight, starlight, moonlight.
Such were the times I was silenced
by their deathly cold colorless eyes
that I find staring into mine now
in the darkness.
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