My Requiem

People say, the purple nightingale
Caught in thorny brambles, bleeding,
From the chords, it breathes an exhale
Of beautious melody as it's bleeding.
Ha. So you only lived once? I did more.
I killed off past mes. Lying in view
Somewhere deep down the blacken'd shore.
Lived, I. Spell it backwards. I'll show you.

I've lived through these thorny trees
Sung my final song with all the pains
And agonies that makes I, myself, me.
So I look up in the skys and rains
Greet me and fog up these glasses
I don't know if it's tears or water
That drip slowly off me, molasses.
Maybe after the downpour. Later.

So hear, hear. Here's my blood requiem.
To myself, a past, that is no longer here.
Get off my mind. Dose of good opium.
Here's my goodbye filled fears and sincere
Hopes for a better me. Not resuscitated
But an entity reformed of the insane.
Riddle into Voldemort. Spirit rended.
But third is the charm, alive again.

So I look up into the grey sky today.
The sun sneaks out. My hopeful ray.

-Wren

Inversion - by Wren