Ross Harris
The Ravens
The bats dropped night in a sunken skull imprint
Of our bodies on the bed
A plaster molded seat, delicate, enshrined
A masterpiece left to die
Here we go again
A splitting of the wood
Carved and thinned until there's nothing left
But some shavings and an album that you left behind

Oh my broken bones
Crippled and thrown to the wayside
But we weren't in it to win
Our love it grew and died, begin again
And a violent wind ripped the wave from the shore
And I know that you caved in
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature
And so I walk the line
To the beating of this never-ending lie

The ravens they fly low
Death a ubiquitous member
And knock forevermore
Or just break down the door
To this labyrinth of your twisted heart
But I am just like you, selfish and abused
There is a shadow that stalks my hide
But what do you do with this skin?
A home in which you live
It's insufficient
But we weren't in it to win
Our love it grew and died, begin again
And a violent wind ripped the wave from the shore
And I know that you caved in
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature
But you know I understand
So I’ll drop the ball from up on high
And watch it descend
Growing ever further from my eye
And so I walk the line
To the beating of this never-ending lie