You offered it, the hope I held on to, this sense of security and meaning, without my asking, without my wanting-- I reached for it, for what it meant, because you offered, because it mattered; but what I grasped was emptiness, lonely and cold-- abandoned after so many promises, so many offers; silence and waiting... Continue Reading →
I wasn't prepared for what you took away and how empty I would be when what was left was only what remained of colliding and shattered dreams; there is no salvation in a greyclad sky that's hanging by a thread threatening to reveal a soul plagued by a thousand sins in a heart left hollow... Continue Reading →
I know what it is to be one of the restless dead, for that is the condition of my soul and my barely beating heart.
This quiet is painful, restless, and it undoes momentum, creating an anxious stasis that leaves me unsettled but paralyzed, frozen by fear of the need to scream, to tell the world what's inside and to let out what was never meant to be except between you and I.
I am weary but I do not want the night to end; to slip headlong into that troubled sleep that tortures and haunts with memories I want not to keep is to embrace a tomorrow which I do not want for all the endings it will bring.
Morning is filtered through a lens of blue and grey, the light scattered and broken by a falling sky; and the space between waking and sleep, where dreams linger before they die, envelops me in its embrace, but it is not you-- it is not you.
A sense of the catastrophic, the inward crash imminent-- the ravens have flown and there is now only the calm before the storm, and the deepening shadow of night.
suffocate and embrace the hereafter; release and escape a world without laughter in silence it ends, the world I created, and I have become the thing I have hated and now, only now, is mine for the taking and I'm asking for freedom from a soul that is breaking
And thus shone the Sun, she in all her glory-- radiant, resplendent, perfect in her being, until came the Storm, dark and unyielding, forgetting that for all he was, he was still beneath her and could never join her in her heavens. In time, he passed, as all storms must, if only to allow her... Continue Reading →