Cold Ravens part 2

I had a lot of feedback from the cold Ravens verse I uploaded on noemergencyexit.com and had alot of thoughts and thought by not write something like that again

Cold Ravens part 2
Dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe

I lay in a pool of blood
I reach and can only feel the book that was dropped next to me that damned "cooking with shads' : vol one"
The bane of my sorrow
I tried to scream but only spitting up blood
I roll over so not to choke
I see the clock and its am I’ve been out cold for hours maybe days
I push myself of the floor and see a raven sitting there on top of the absinthe bottle
"Drink" is all I can hear from the raven
I walk and I fall I reach for the raven and it flies up
I grab my anon mask from the floor
I put it on and set fire to your picture you won’t see me commit sin
You only cursed me even during your death not in your life
I attend your funeral and hoped you would find peace
I chase the raven around the workshop
I finally grab it
"Drink" it says to me
I snap its neck
I pick up the bottle of absinthe and see a razor blade in the bottom of the bottle
I smashed the bottle and pick up the razor blade
I hold it in my hand
I walk out of the workshop
I attended the church
I'm late to my own wedding
But I'll promise you I'll be late to your funeral
I stand there and everything is strange
The church is full of angels not as if they were invited
I hand my mask to the angel whom is marrying me to my wife
I tell it my sins it tells me otherwise as if it’s a bad idea
You see the blood dripping down my skull
You ask why and I tell you the ravens are dead
I walk forever in the coldness
The heat doesn’t feel much to me
I can burn the fires
I hand you the razor blade
Yet you ask questions
Questions those aren’t due to be answered
Not by me any way
I carry a bottle of absinthe
I tell it my sins
It will forgive me unlike you
Just like I told the angels
The very angels who betted against me ye who laughs last
I walk back into the workshop and put on a blues record
I sit and look at the ashes your picture has left behind
I pour you out a glass of the absinthe
I tell you it’s rude to make me drink alone; I'm talking to your ashes not your picture
By which I mean the ashes that were left behind when I burned your picture before I left today
You should not have made me take your life
But you invited me to drink so I poisoned the abuse
I poisoned the absinthe too
My intentions was to kill
Shame you stood in my way
I was haunted by your remorse
Your sins could never top my tower
I built it with the builders under the concrete
2 cups of anxiety
3 cups of insomnia
4 cups of Nightmares
5 cups of sorrow
6 Sliver bullets
Each with a name
Don't make me reload the revolution
The revolver is ready
The pawn shop sells me the Sliver I melt down for the bullets
I look at the bottom of the bottle and think
Why did I take you away from the peace I promised you??
They told you my eyes lie but you followered me into the night not aware of the nightmares that are coming to get you
I could have topped them but I choose not too
I stood in the church with my new wife and she knew what I did to you
Yet she said yes
I see Ravens everywhere
They are out for my blood
They are out for revenge
But I have Sliver bullets for them
The cold Ravens part 2

By
Shads’

Author's Note

Till you've walked in my shoes you won't really understand the anxiety I have but if you want to review the work then go ahead