Raven love they say
my taint tattoos indelibly 'neath the skin
the form worn nights ebb as but a constance in cycle
this alliance with darkness portrays only a portrait of state
the mere disbursement of choice in application unfolding
one cannot fathom the roots of cause by apparent misdemeanours
to lust from hungers grown so vicious they shiver peculiar
chilling down each vertebrae and distilling through corpuscles
an edge of cold that strangles any possession of clear delineation
when sanity is the wanton destruction that initiates creation
that one existence is amended to tailor sustenance for another
amongst the baser elements each relates to a commonality of carbon fibres
and the most find eventuality in the same aspect of dusty repose
while the few weather well past that evenings season
without wavering a concession to whitile whither