I can feel her inside of me
A demon that yerns for pain
Eating her way through my will
Rising through my every vein
What happens when she takes over?
Will the crows take out my eyes?
Wingless angels won't pay respect
To a soul built out of lies
She'll take me to the edge
Slit my wrists with my own hands
Tell me everything's my fault
That I'm the cause of crying lands
I can't hold on much longer
She's putting up the walls
The demon's the one behind those eyes
Her laughter covering my faded calls
The shadow in the corner
Plays upon the strings
A harp made of my veins
Each note sorely rings
Call yourself harmony
When the chaos has been slain
Wear a crown of orchids
The apperitions of your pain
Stare at me with unsettleed eyes
Into the abyss of my forgiveness
Taste me with a jaded tongue
The sweetness of the merciless
Make amends with conciliated angels
Before you're reborn in this ardent dream
Enjewel the mask that hides your lies
Virtue a prize you can't redeem
Go back to sleep child of sin
Lie and wait until she drops
Once the shadow takes you in
The music stops...
Have you seen my will to live?
It seems I have misplaced it
Was it stolen by my love
Did he lose it or did he waste it.
Have you seen my will to live?
It's gone from stone to dust
Scattered by the destined wind
Crumbled in piles of what once was trust.
Have you seen my will to live?
Do you think I'll ever find it?
Gone so long and losing hope
Running out of ways to fight it.
Have you seen my will to live?
I think it's gone too far
Maybe once I'm dead and gone
It will end the embodied war.
A girl walks through the graveyard
Finds the stone that bears her name
Marble angels cry to save her
But her spirit, sorrow has slain
Memories of misery
Chain her to a hollowed body
Forever cursed to reherse
A death deemed ungodly
Following her own footsteps
Hearing her own screams
Will she ever wake up
From the chaos of her dreams
The moonlight draws her closer
To the mirrow in her tears
Will someone call to her
Or will whispers be all she hears
A reflection of imperfection
Disappointment's all she can see
But when she turns around
All I see is me..
Wish you could see the view by JaggdCrow, literature
Literature
Wish you could see the view
Beckoned by your screaming
My memories failed your order, failed me
Hung up on this cross you've built
Wish you could see the view
Is my blood too bitter to be your wine
No ambrosia dare touch your lips
Is it fear of rejection or acceptence
That pushes me away
Woken by your lullaby
That's written in my eulogy
Chanted while I hang
Wish you could see the view
Scar me as I mimic
That mask you wear so well
Finally you'll leave with no thought
Not even a question of my painted smile
Laying with the roots, I can tell
Your smiling beind that black veil and tears
As I'm lowered, your back is turned
Wish you could see the view...
I woke up in the darkness
The only windows through my eyes
All I could do was watch
And soak up all your lies
The old wounds have reopened
The same sick feeling all over again
Will I ever heal completly
Or will I feel infection begin
So many questions in my mind
No more feeling in my heart
The lock on my thoughts can't be broken
Can't tell life and nightmare apart
I gave you all that I had left
And you threw it all away
Now stuck behind the looking glass
Watching the colors fade to grey
It seems I've been infested
Always foresaken and forgotten
Betrayel is my shadow
A fight my heart has faught in
Insperation drained
Out through the vein
Washed dwon the gutter
In this blinding rain
On this faceless day
In this wastless hour
Wanting to jump
but shaking, I cower
Away from you
Far from me
I sit alone
In this naked tree
Branches tighten
Holding me closer
She whispers to me
Like no one knows her
Catching my breath
But it's out of my grasp
Flies too fast
Leaving me with this rasp
Can't cry out
Can't scream your name
Not even sanity
Left to claim
Eroded away
by my own tears
The sobbing saint
Who's God never hears
Her longing for mercy
Begging for light
Praying to no one
Been fooled by her sight
Behind the wall of golden crosses
I lie among the sinner's flesh
All I hear are the apostles whisper
The demons burning on my chest
Forgive me holy Father
I remember I once was there
But the one small breath of true freedom
I was thrown out cold and bare
Exiled by their word
Their book laughing in my face
Papercuts scarred in my eyes
Deafened by "Amazing Grace"
So many times I've reentered the gates
To wings of ice, backs turned
Cast out to the dark again
To this torment I wont return
Just a picture on a wall
Colors mixed with tears
The artist's brush had lingered
On uncovering the fears
The making of a materpiece
A masterpiece from far beneath
Begging for the cries to cease
So slick with grease, my disasterpiece
The eyes so open, can't hide away
Seeing through the shadded truth
The smile innocently fading
Covering the jagged tooth
The living of a masterpiece
A breathing piece, no longer sheathed
Lending out a loyal lease
A perfect crease, my disasterpiece
Slowsly fading from the light
Taken off the red stained wall
Beauty's lost, drained out the canvas
Covered in dust, left to fall
The dying of a maste
The flowers are dying, colors fading
Having fed upon my poisoned tears
Petals are falling, turning to dust
The ashes of my darkest fears
The rose's thorns cut down my spine
Bleeding the words never spoken
Silent to the ears of man
A siren's song of spirits broken
A window through a sky of ghosts
Trying to behead their past demon
Lost in the empty eyes of sorrow
Wishing to wake, but not stop dreamin'
Here I stand as mute as God
Waiting to hear my damnnation
Going to reopen all my scars
From all of my attempted salvation
Current Residence: Texas Favourite genre of music: Rock, all kinds Favourite style of art: sketching, black and white MP3 player of choice: ipod Shell of choice: shell?....hm sand dollar? is that even a shell? who cares! Wallpaper of choice: My own photograph Skin of choice: ...salty....yum! Favourite cartoon character: Felix the Cat, Gir, The Griffin Family, Timmy, many others Personal Quote: "What is an angel but a ghost in drag" -Stan Rice-
Favourite Movies
The Breakfast Club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence, Green Day, Lacuna Coil, Korn, Stabbing Westward, Alkaline Trio, A perfect circle,tool
Favourite Writers
Chuck P.
Favourite Games
Diablo II: Lords of Destruction
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2 (the only one I have)
Tools of the Trade
Dont really get this one, I make bagels so I guess a kettle, oven...many other things hehe
So today was my last first day of high school....it's about freakin time. My first class is ok, Economics w/some coach. Second is pretty cool, English 4, then 3rd is Digital Graphics, then guard. It shouldnt be too hard to make good grades so that's a big relief. So in second I somehow got surrounded by all those jerky prep guys...no fun at all but at least we'll be switching seats soon. 3rd was boring today because we didnt even turn on the computers so he just talked the whole time and it was really repeatative. Had to go get supplies tonight and I saw a lot of people. Saw Sharon and we talked a little bit, she told me she read the arts jou
[Spell your first name backwards]: nire
[The story behind your pen name]: I use to use the name raven because as strange as it sounds I've always felt a certain bond or fondness of the bird
[3 words that sum you up]: funny creative approachable
{DESCRIBE YOUR}
[Wallet]: Black w/Flames...hehe
[Hairbrush]: blue and pokey.ouch
[jewellery you wear daily]: class ring (yea i know im a dork) and a ball neclace...my celtic bird choker broke...boo
[Pillow cover]: Black black...oh yea and black
[Coffee cup]: Don't drink the stuff
[Shoes]: A pair of vans I painted w/fingernail polish ^_^
[CD in stereo right now]: Mer De Noms-A Perfect Circle
Today was bad. About a month ago I submitted some of my poems and photographs to an arts journal for my school...well one of my poems got selected, silent tears. I was happy I finally got published but it's too bad that no one knows I wrote it....THEY PUT SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME ON IT. They put this guy who is a total dipshit on there. IT'S MINE! I was soooo pissed because that's my work! That poem to me has so much emotion to it that I feel robbed of my own feelings. I talked to the journalism lady and they're gonna do some thing but I dont think it's enough. I just beared my soul feelings for someone and they dont even give me credit! It's not