Poems from Janna Raven
Hay me,
What sadness this is.
Life in itself
A pitiful journey.
The contradiction.
The hate,
What an odd place this.
What an odd place.
Once upon a midnight dream
I conjured up a magic scheme.
Some wings to help me leave this place
Where my troubles I could erase.
These...
I wish to die in Clair de Lune
For it would be in slow,
Black and white,
Classical.
To lie upon one's floor,
To know no more breath,
Only...