A Dark Artist's HeartNow take me down to my dark and sombre placeSo I can write woeful words such as thisBut don’t leave me there to give life to my thoughtsAs I’m cursed with such soft and slender wristsAnd hands that are capable of masteringThe medicine bottles infant safe lockNo more than three a day the prescription saysI peel off the label and down the lotNow take me down to my dark and sombre placeWhere skies are as black as a raven’s wingAnd with no potential to spread them out wideWith my meek, melancholic offeringsJust a pin prick of light in the sable skyLike the raven’s eye within its feathersAnd as it blinks mo
