"For well you know that it's a fool that plays it cool by making his world a little colder." -The Beatles
Beginning to believe and lost in this lust,
I look back upon the broken trust.
Turning a back upon the last breath of flight,
A broken wing traded for a love with lack of sight.
Not rain or heart cant halt the Raven,
As her search for love ends with this last breath.
A dieing life,
A withered black strife.
This Raven walks with one last song,
To every fool that turns his head,
To life and love and this heart... that's dead.
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