The Ravens

Emily Jane White

The bats dropped night in
A sunken skull imprint
Of out bodies on the bed

A plaster mold it seems
Delicate, enshrined
A masterpiece
Left to die

Here we go again
A splitting of the wood
Carved and thinned

Until there's nothing left
But some shavings and
An album that you left
Behind

Oh my broken bones
Crippled and thrown
To the wayside

But we weren't in it to win
Our love it grew and died, begin again
And a violent wind
Ripped the wave from the shore

And I know that you caved in
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature

And so I walk the line
To the beating of this never ending lie

The ravens they fly low
Death a ubiquitous member

And knock forever more
Or just break down the door
To this labyrinth of your twisted heart

But I am just like you
Selfish and abused
There is a shadow
That stalks my hide

But what do you do with this skin
A home in which you live
It's insufficient

But we weren't in it to win
Our love it grew and died, begin again
And a violent wind
Ripped the wave from the shore

And I know that you caved in
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature

But you know I understand
So I'll drop the ball from up on high

And watch it descend
Growing ever further from my eye

And so I walk the line
To the beating of this never ending lie