raven gliding along the crowded streets,
a lone thinker without any thoughts.
innocence wandering through her sins.
silence enveloping and suffocating her,
releasing the anguish eating at her mind.
screams calling through the sheets of rain-
’remember the warmth once so valued’
now regarded as the most dangerous vice-
ink once on a page stealthily spreads,
fear only prevents it to go to pitch.
spun silken strands calling your death
but you avoid the temptation of the trap.
