RMC

I should know by now,
you should know as well.
That my Raven is a haven how
you know is how you tell.

Talk to me at once,
final and in abundance soft
send the sin again stunt
it does my ascension aloft.

Black my feathers together
I wing wail as I swell off
in sweat I do often fret a feather
as I climb I see all that’s soft.

Ready for to consume the night moon
I keep steep my value.
Its not what you want I know
but I am what may have you.

The sun ruptures and tides fail,
the water rises and it pursues
the land we call home earth fell
in the hell we dwell all it construes.

Summation is frustration,
history repeats its self perfect.
I keep to my lane my station,
I ask myself often if I deserve it.

The angst is built in like kin
I battle the falls and holes
that you see above and below
I feel deep under the skin grows.