silent cathedral

My shadowed heart a silent cathedral Only abandoned asylum have ground Oh twilight lady fingers made of ravens Carrying all the forgotten memories, unspoken dreams Haunted church bell rings, the darkest emotion in me Sitting on fallen leaves under craziest grave for the death My feet on the suicide forest, birds die for nonstop mourning Thick air with the oxygen of ancient trees Toxic breathe ! My spell touches each thing to turn them ash Isn't it attractive that i am all the depression and turmoil? Hauntingly beautiful that's why you are still reading this poem Welcome to the silent cathedral !