Delusions of a Dead Girl

09/02/2025

In honor of four years writing to brick walls, I have chosen to delete this page. Unfortunately it has been a dead end road trying to create a safe space for similar minds and as I've had no support in the process, it is not feeding my soul anymore. I Unfortunately do not possess the quality of consistency when it comes to serving other people while in the process of healing myself. Thererfore I wish to thank everybody who has followed me, even if in silence. You are all much appreciated. ❣️
~Sincerely Yours,
The Abstract Raven ✨️

07/24/2022

Oh but honey, falling was NEVER the same as flying. That's why you're here, searching for the answers to questions you don't know how to ask. Looking on the ground when you should be looking in the sky.

07/14/2022

To taste you is a blessing. Like someone took the most righteous parts of heaven and the most wicked embers of hell into a chalice and tipped my chin back and said "that's right... Drink up."🍷

07/01/2022

My soul had tasted you long before my tongue ever touched your lips...
My mind craved you long before I knew your name...
My skin hungered for your touch long before I felt you on my fingertips...
You piqued every primal instinct inside of me and reminded me how truly human I am.
A homesick life spent longing finally Home again...
Like bringing back the dead

12/24/2021

You.
I lay eyes on Darkness
And All She entails.
Breathe deeply, 1234
I'm tired but sleeping seems so cold
Without soul to warm me.
Gone.
So I hold tightly to pieces of you I've collected
Like my favorite piece of the glass we had shattered as we shouted
We knew nothing of love anymore.
So I hold tight
To the pieces of you that I gathered from the dirt as you sparkled, eye catching..
Skin severance occurs and now I'm nothing more than the blood that flows through my airy head.
And as much as it hurts, when you cut me you numb me.
You.
Like shattered glass souls and a work of overflowing process. It's the progress that
I hold on to the pieces of you that weren't real and then reality isn't the same as the truth now is it? But I'll paint us in pictures
Of blood dropped, pinpricks fingertips
Scarlet dances across my snow white and the picture is simple....
-me

12/24/2021

•Tidals
So..
I hope that you sit down
In front of a mirror
And the reflection you see is the me that you perceived my flaws as weakness only to bring you
Tumbling
Stumbling down to your weak knees and you see
I gave you the most of me that I could
Pluck from the stars and you see
That as damaged as we both have become
We cannot just succumb to the demons we hold at bay. But
I can't seem to control my tides anymore. The moon isn't listening to the song we sing she listens to the pain we bring to one another and the waves
Always
Come
Crashing

08/30/2021

08/30/2021

WORDS from the SOUL your work has inspired me greatly to become someone who is not afraid to speak... to be heard. Thank you for you. So glad to have stumbled across your page.