Let your hate fester onward,

Let your sorrows reign,

But just remember,

Who you are and your intentions are the same,

Beware of the glee,

It rarely is true,

For wrath lies within,

And infects through and through.

Harness the strength,

That can be found in the lie,

For that beholds,

The human power to defy.

I consider myself to be,

Of the more hopeful of things,

But that only lasts,

To the crown of the king.

Nobody cares,

They will forget your words,

Or maybe forget to check,

And you flutter away like the black bird.

Now I am the raven,

The one who lost its claw,

And my beak only mutters,

The echo of a dead song.

So heed my wrath,

My stone face,

Be wary of my mask,

And my final disgrace.