A Moonlight Resting Place...

Eyes wide, but with liquid vision,
With black rain, another moonlight drink,
How I live with darkened hearts and tortured souls;
I crawl the underbelly of wicked society,
I validate my existance writing, what I believe,
Places I've lived,
People I've loved,
Death is a friend,
Life is a rose petal, suffering without water,
Within a concrete spired kingdom, interwoven love confesses it's beauty,
The death of her, broke the silence of a promise,
A promise, that was left empty,
A promise, that the reaper had stolen,
I have questions!
I feel, that I can hurry up time,
Drown me in sorrowful liqueur,
Suffocate me, I'm lost and impure,
I wish, that the darkness will wash over me and light will appear,
I wish, for this sadness, to escape my reality, so that I can disappear,
I invite your feathers,
I invite your way of death;

Holding my last breath,
Now I see you, the raven,
You await the silence, from my death rattle,
No silken quil, 
No velvet ink,
A pupil dilated,
A poem disputed,
My life, imprisoned by shadows,
My life, bewildered by dark souls,
I was lost under this magnificent moon,
A place of unknown, but I know now,
That I'll die soon...