Tasting The Raven Like Liquorice...

Tasting the raven like liquorice,
Savour the depths of despair,
Look through the eye's of dark waters,
Imagination becomes your nightmare.

Submerge into the vision of death, 
Listen to the reaper bellow song, 
Stone grave, hollow without breath,
Star's fall like razors, but won't stop. 

They dance, 
They cut, 
They spill my story of truth;
Truth is: depression is my vessel, 
In my head I'm dying, 
I'm dying, 
I'm dying! 

As this storm corrodes my sheltered frame, 
A dance partner? I become one with mercy, 
Screaming to live without forgiving pain, 
A silhouette I become, on life's journey. 

A mystery man with no face, 
Only but a shadow graced the streetlights of the night sky,
This man is:

Worthless,
Defenceless,
A constant void of darkness,

Shrivelled up,
Given up? 
Empty of everything,

I've had enough,
Don't know what to say,
Don't know what to do,
Tired and drained from this headache,
My life I may lose. 
With a taste;

I may lose...