Ravendark Scar Furiel

over and over and over again losing my voice, a veiled depression conceals my choice; out of the sunlight, into the void, under darkening skies voices inside... voices inside grow

I am the cause and the excuse. when you are weak and tempted into sadness, when you need someone to abuse and are abused; when drugs alone can\'t keep away the madness and you soak awful memories

the course of seasons has brought rain and it brings tears - myriads of friends - they offer warmth, comfort and redden eyes till I can see no more * rain falling down ushers in cold and

... of those who wish to argue that wind is also speech and sometimes silence when you inhale trying to catch your breath I ask one thing - and one thing only - do not bring god into this house

… truly, truly this is the end. the all consuming cancer\'s dead. you are weak and we know it well your years were spent within this cold, dark cell thy mouth gapes open but there is no

and as you weep I ask of you who else will do the same? these empty halls where winds run free have never heard thy name...

These ruined walls, what do they hide? Who lives behind reinforced gates? By means of force you’re seeking access And curse me with the voices you evoke Poised daggers scratching at the

I need do no more for the most wretched despair lulls me into these dens of lunatics that are strangely possessed by tint and varnish. ill tempered and miserable these cities afflicted by

I will not venture out alone outside - out there - where winds whisper within dead trees can you hear the chanting? ... hang on to hope... can you hear their whispers? ... hang on to hope in

this flesh... a cage open to every wind yet wings no longer echo here, for having learned to call things by their proper names they stray away form fear.

when I shaded my eyes I was closest to clarity for I have tasted salt and thy blood even behind words. untamed, unpowdered wings; thy hair loosened in sleep still restless after many years as

stray voices have opened the gates to powerlessness; and I can\'t even bring myself to declare emptiness as words fail to come together all I know is the taste of blood

she rose grim, cold, in tears had flowers rotting in her hair in bloom red feathers smeared with ash and bitter tasted the blood red waters of the moon and she strayed charmed many a year now

I prize my wounds and often sigh as the high moon enwraps the shore for even words are at a loss upon the verge of war cruel winter rises once again and screams draw breath upon this

here her altar shone upon a midnight charm in autumn\'s fire bourne by feral madness won I heard words yet unspoken wind\'s breath in artless prayers broken - can you not hear? they dance to

as slumber lured me I heard her say: \'you know that you can wish me away...\' \'please, stay!\' - so near that I\' ll sigh - just let me look into your eyes eyes of a child I did not know...

this is thy night alive and young and undefiled; like ashen leaves drifting away upon the lazy seas of May thy plumes shall lead autumn astray as dead days end muted, dismayed... and now I\'m

enter the iron gates of me and spread the wings that have been coiling me within red winters will endure the light as silence drowns the screams... * and let there be more light for I am a

* all hail this miserable bane murdering, ecstatic pyres they pass in glory the old light as altars shine afire. ** we fall by course of nature\'s law ancient, wayward and dire we will obey

into cold light dusk cries its way to tempt me into madness a crimson scream marks emptiness a borrowed voice I harness...

the trees are growing restless they feel the season change, alive once more thy prowess let chaos rearrange. upon bleak summer skies the moon evokes thy dawn, invoked by heartless cries by

unearth thy speech in my own tongue and speak of lunar fire weave thy dark spells in dusk adorned bourne out of blood and mire whisper thy sign, which sound recalls new voices to