Crow.

“The dead shall rise again” cawed he, resting on my shoulders; always preaching. “The roads to hell go through the heaven, the path to heaven is of thorns and blood” His claws dug deeper, every time I looked away, the voice denser, the further we tread, “lift your head up and show your shame” My…

Angel.

“Enough is enough” said she and ripped off her wings; Walked out the door, her back now bleeding, lighted her cigarette, sipping on whiskey. “I have senses, I feel, I have a voice that speaks, I have eyes that see and a mind that thinks Oh, it’s a lost cause, this divinity, So screw you…

Love

I don’t know, we have been told; What are you girl? An angel? A devil? One time you’re planting roses, Another you’re growing thorns; One day I watch you dancing, Another you walk alone. It’s strange when you think though; Thorns feel like heaven, Hell spawns from the rose.

At the bottom of every bottle In the smoke exhaled Amongst the women I've been with And in drops of water, Everytime I bathed Out of the closed doors, Inside the world I roamed Behind every tear I wasted And emotions that had me drowned Every second I breathe, Every step I took I searched…

Sailing

When the waves flow Into the dark And the night hides Behind the stars I set sail Towards horizon Following the map With location marked Along came a cyclone Ripping off the mast I hear the skies roar Like it's the God's wrath "It's not easy, son To find your destiny Neither is it far…