Category: Dark


The embers of us still burn strong in my dreams.
So my mind rejects sleep and I lay weak in my bed.

The whispers from you seep in through the seems.
Drafts run through the wreckage left in my head.

Flames reignite; Destructive and cruel.
“I won’t last through the night”; I’m love’s fool.

So I toss and I turn and I fight with myself.
There’s no rest to be had. Only a furious fire.

So I give up the fight and reach for the top shelf.
There’s no comfort in this. Only fuel for the pyre.

Old habits don’t die; Finding cracks in which to hide.
So I won’t ask myself why I’m slowly rotting inside.

Little voices point out my choices but they’re not here right now.
My dreams are burning but I’m yearning to be there right now.

The embers of us are now flames engulfing my dreams.
So my mind rejects everything and I lay weak in my bed.


(As a note, I am not finished with this… I don’t know how to finish it. And… I don’t know that I’m happy with it.)

Claws sink deep within the flesh of sulking, sullen souls.
Tearing open bloodless wounds in living corpses filled with empty holes.
The tortured cries from wordless mouths reach rotting ears that cannot hear and darkened sockets strain to force a solitary tear.
The painless agony felt by those who suffer endlessly affects the nothingness like ripples through rock while the crows peck at their skulls and with cackling caws they mock.
A field of chains, each link molded of regrets, binds weakened hand to ground.
Skin swells beneath the shackles and bruises and rips to an angelic clinking sound.
What woes they have left are unknown to them, for each morning they’re newly exposed.
Unwanted, unseen, unheard, unsaveable, unwashed, unprotected, unclothed.

One heartbeat per day pushes a love lost through dusty veins,
One last thought each night reoccurs even when sanity wanes.

You can not escape. You’re lost and alone.
You’ve not seen the sun and the moon never shone.
Your only escape will be to accept that you’re mine,
Though your pain will never end and your agony will shine.
You have only yourself to blame for your nightmare of life.
You’re mine now… Forever. And my present is strife.”

Atrophied legs struggle to stand but crack and break apart.
Hands missing fingers grasp at the air and, finding nothing, return to their start.
Sleep comes unwanted but comes none-the-less,
Bringing unholy dreams of terror and stress.