This is one of my personal favorites that I've written.

From across the room, you gather all forms.

sucking them into your soul, you try to embrace the beauty,

but instead gain a nightmare.

You try to confront me of your problems.

they can simply not be fixed.

You look to the sky, with your hand on your heart, screaming out to be saved.

the dove is no longer in place, but instead recides a crow.

bleak and bland.

your eyes are starting to lose their color.

you can't figure out the world.

trying, failing, falling.

it's a never-ending cycle.

once the grass has died, and the leaves have fallen,

all hope is gone.

you'll just be another drifting image

in the depth

of my subconsience.

we try, again, and again to clear the memory.

defacing cannot be earased.

a permanent mark,

across your face.

dancing with silhouettes in the darkness

of what you now call day.

limiting yourself compleatly.

cigarettes won't hide your problems babe,

they'll only make them stink.

the stench of death lingers...

on your fingers.

as the trees scream out, "what have you done?!"

the blood soaked in.

a mark that will forever remain on your skin.

why do you do such things?

is it the crow?

he speaks such solemn words.

he speaks such lies.

the truth is hard to believe,

and lies are lingering their way to monarchy.

this twisted, deluted world is no longer,

as soon as the dove returns.

where is he?

where is your dove?

where did he go?

you look to the sky with your hands on your head,

"he's flown away with the truth!"

he's long gone.

the crow sits nearby.

he laughs,

in your face.

and makes you believe what he speaks.

how could you believe such lies?

how could you believe what was never said,

but merley thought of in your mind?

the thoughts linger further on...

you're by yourself now,

with blue lips, and goose-flesh.

you're all alone.

with nothing but a paradox in your hands,

what's to be done?

faith is but a burden,

the truth is long gone.

lies are about the hour, with all despise.

something you put all of your faith into

has vanished




as you sit in darkness,

time doesn't exist in this place.


is such a concept.

never to be believed in again.

my love for you,

became a dream.

with all else not being,

what it really seems.

I trusted you...

I was let down.

it will never happen again.

I will make sure they padlock the doors,







soak in your own lies!

and there's the crow!


what a sight to see!

the metaphor

of you,



Submitted: May 04, 2011

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Andrew Willey

This is pretty epic. Good imagery!

Wed, May 4th, 2011 7:11pm


Thank you!

Wed, May 4th, 2011 2:59pm

Nocturnal Writer

This is really good, I wrote something similar to this. You have a lot of talent! :)

Thu, May 5th, 2011 8:49pm


Thank you! (:

Thu, May 5th, 2011 3:02pm


I love it when people incorporate the metaphor of the crow into their writings.
Your wording was pleasant to read and the line breaks added emotion and suspense.
There's so many quotable lines in this I can't even pick my favorite.
Great job >;)

Sat, May 7th, 2011 9:51pm


Thank you!(:

Sat, May 7th, 2011 9:53pm

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