The Raven’s Last Call.
Do you know what it’s like for the raven to speak?
The one who’s really locked in confusion
at what you thought was your peak.
Do you know what it’s like to be awoken at dawn
to have the questions be asked of why you came
and to have your blood drawn?
We clam up in confusion and despondent discord;
for the ones that came before us
were at their own mercy and were dreadfully bored.
Do you know what it’s like to have shackles in two?
They split into one if you know what is true.
Do you know what’s it’s like to sit amongst the dead?
The pill poppers and the drug haulers, all headed for bed.
Do you know what it’s like to share a room with someone unknown?
The burning questions and the answers that you face all alone.
Do you know what’s it’s like to sit in solitary confinement?
It’s a good sign to the boss and it’s for his pure enjoyment.
Do you know what’s it like to be misunderstood?
Not the would have, could have but should’s.
The raven’s last dance is one of seduction
for you’ve been betrayed by his shape-shift call,
the one that sung out in solitude, plotting your fall.
This was the moment of your demise –
the one where he sees his manipulative schemes
shaped before him in a heart wrenching scene –
the one where he finally breaks your fall and answers your cries.
You believes in his tales of twisted truths,
the ones that tell you you’re a master
and that you’ve got nothing to lose.
You fall at his stride
and he catches you for the last time,
you have completely succumb
to his wicked rhythm and rhyme.
He’s too late to beg
for her forgiveness,
the thunder rolled in
and there’s no one to witness.
The rain soaks his feathers
and mats your hair,
what used to be a formidable duo
and an whimsical pair.
He came back as a friend
and enticed you to follow,
the eyes of his skull,
so bleak and so hollow.
With a dark and sinister edge,
a well-timed tragedy
and a forever pledge
to be by your side
with claws dug in,
to tell you that you’ve lied
to yourself and to ones that you follow,
my eyes speak of twisted truths,
so deep-set and so hollow.
You shook your head and finally gave in
to the road of the straight,
where death doesn’t linger
before it’s too late.