Murder
A group of Ravens
Lately
all I can dream of
is if she will kill me
stab me
shoot me
for getting her boyfriend arrested.
It haunts me everyday
I see her face and I hide
What will she do?
I wish to be a muse of ravens
their iridescent feathers shimmer
I wish I was a bird
with no care in the world
why was this life chosen for me?
I wish to be a raven
who steals shiny things
to give to the people they like most
to fly away from all my troubles
but here I'm stuck
stuck to this small town in the middle of no where
with no place to go.
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Author:
lavenderlover (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Remember when I said my poems would get less sad? Yeah that was a lie. Its getting worse. Im mentally unstable sorryyyyy. (dont worry i had therapy yesterday and next week) (i also forgot my meds today so i feel like doodoo.)
- Category: Sad
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