A raven so vile.
A raven flies carelessly in smoke that darkens the night.
It circles around my misfortune,
whispering things I can't stand to hear.
It approaches me day after day,
bringing news that isn't meant to be known.
But the raven doesn't care,
it repeats itself in ways so cruel,
I shudder at the words that drip down its beak.
It is the shallow heart of a world so cold,
reminding me that my place is behind a door that never seems to open.
I stand in the middle of a dying field.
Across me sits a mirror,
looking me in the face;
Laughing, "Look at yourself."
Insulting, You're nothing but a beast."
Unforgiving. "And for that you must pay."
"You'll never be enough," it shrieks, shards of broken glass aim in my direction.
"A soul so hideous, you deserve to be trapped in this deathly world.
In your mind,
you deserve to be taunted."
And before my eyes the raven flies off, declaring his return.
I see no lie in his bitter truth,
for I do not belong among the beautiful.
I am to be kept hidden,
I am to remain unseen,
alone.
I do not deserve the happiness that is distributed past this window.
I am to look and wish,
to dream and weep,
to stand in a light too dim hoping for sunlight that never turns my way.
I have nothing but the raven,
as vile as it may be.
I have no one who looks my way,
no one who smiles at me,
no one but the raven.
A friend, an enemy.
It circles around my misfortune,
whispering things I can't stand to hear.
It approaches me day after day,
bringing news that isn't meant to be known.
But the raven doesn't care,
it repeats itself in ways so cruel,
I shudder at the words that drip down its beak.
It is the shallow heart of a world so cold,
reminding me that my place is behind a door that never seems to open.
I stand in the middle of a dying field.
Across me sits a mirror,
looking me in the face;
Laughing, "Look at yourself."
Insulting, You're nothing but a beast."
Unforgiving. "And for that you must pay."
"You'll never be enough," it shrieks, shards of broken glass aim in my direction.
"A soul so hideous, you deserve to be trapped in this deathly world.
In your mind,
you deserve to be taunted."
And before my eyes the raven flies off, declaring his return.
I see no lie in his bitter truth,
for I do not belong among the beautiful.
I am to be kept hidden,
I am to remain unseen,
alone.
I do not deserve the happiness that is distributed past this window.
I am to look and wish,
to dream and weep,
to stand in a light too dim hoping for sunlight that never turns my way.
I have nothing but the raven,
as vile as it may be.
I have no one who looks my way,
no one who smiles at me,
no one but the raven.
A friend, an enemy.