Cry first and then write

Cry first and then write
I cannot think, my chest is tight

Love is crippled by the past
Like a sparrow in a trap

The air is thin, the lungs are dead
The blood swells inside my head

Love is terrified by crones
Witches spells and vulture bones

Into the cave, death leads the way
Night laughs at weeping day

Love stands before the cave-in
Like the ghost of a screaming raven

The train is riding down the river
The suspension bridge is black and withered

The sky is filled by angels fighting
And from their mouths fall drips of lightning

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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