The Raven's Cry
I'm scared of what I have become,
But now I know the deed is done.
When I wake in the morning,
There won't be a thing of greeting.
For the monster I have become,
Is something that should have been gone.
As I hold a bloody knife,
I have taken someone else's life.
I heard a raven's cry before the deed was done,
It would have answers what I have become.
Was it really because of a Raven's cry?
An insane way for someone to die?
As I curl up in the pool of blood,
the raven finally croaks and makes a thud.
Was it connected to a human life?
and was it finally killed with a knife?
Did it have some connection to me?
Of what life was like and how it was suppose to be?
Whether that be a lie or truth,
I am waking to the sun and sky blue.
But now I know the deed is done.
When I wake in the morning,
There won't be a thing of greeting.
For the monster I have become,
Is something that should have been gone.
As I hold a bloody knife,
I have taken someone else's life.
I heard a raven's cry before the deed was done,
It would have answers what I have become.
Was it really because of a Raven's cry?
An insane way for someone to die?
As I curl up in the pool of blood,
the raven finally croaks and makes a thud.
Was it connected to a human life?
and was it finally killed with a knife?
Did it have some connection to me?
Of what life was like and how it was suppose to be?
Whether that be a lie or truth,
I am waking to the sun and sky blue.
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I wrote this a while back, thinking about what I could write for my Creative Writing project class. This one came to mind and it was because I was thinking a lot (and watching a lot of crime shows) that this poem just kind of popped in my mind. Most of my poems are dark, so this one is no different. But I kept thinking how a raven was even considered to be a sign of death.