The Mirror Speaks

If only my distant words could bridge across the darkness flooding from your unhinged emotions - I could rescue you from the shrine of your sacred torment and tell you why the reflection of the stars muddle on the surface of your thoughts.

The Mortal Voyage

The greatest adventure is travelling the expanse of the vast silence in between us.

Isn't loneliness a heartfelt gift if granted when you want it? As you wished, I will leave you alone. Unlike me, I hope the emptiness brings you something greater than shallow happiness and unspoken regret; you were one sentence better than my wavering words and a stern, devouring glance more certain than my actions.

Intermission

A drink is only as good as it lasts.

About Everything - It's Nothing

In my thoughts, I stood at the pinnacle of imagination and created unbound universes with the twitch of my lips; set existence into motion with the snap of my fingers; made butter out of mountains while I smirked at the sky; erased terrifying tragedies into obscurity with the wink of an eye.

I belittled death by inspiring lives. I gave purpose to the night by whispering a song that would make the day chase darkness. I appeased chaos and his brother war with a gentle motion of the hand.

Suddenly - why does the Earth tremble in the embrace of one stranger? Why do my ignorant feet deceive the absolution of my mind? 

When my frenzied thoughts rampage, they can conquer gods with nihilistic miracles. Yet, I have been drowned to the fringe of despair, on my disbelieving knees, by an uncaring angel, an elusive sylph, a girl.

How the dense silence in between us birthed cataclysm and shattered the only reality that truth clung to. It all seems like a lie now - everything. Look away, i cannot face the abyss of your dark gaze anymore.

The Mirror Lies

You know that life is twisted when you look at your reflection and see a shadow, when you look at death and find a friend.

Windy Day

There, again, I used my light words as fragile balloons
to rise to the precipice
just to be swayed by the gentle and beguiling wind
which caressed me off the edge of my warmth in the fever of my excitement.

Clearly Dark

The mental moonlight delicately steals the surface of my bitter mind and she, the gracefully sullen moon, seeps and claws deeper into the soul to leave a darker-than-black shadow of me on the trembling ground. So, why do my eyes, sky-bound and rapt, still tell me that they are looking at a wonder that lulled the nights silently into a fatal dream? Still - death has never felt more alive.

Keeper of the Night

Bloody eyes folded; sensibility as an owl sits diligent on my right shoulder while fear as a crow perches over my left, both telling me the reality of a fantasy world built of ideals; both telling me that i'm walking past illusions which materialized, that the darkness i experience isn't far off from what the nature of everything is. How i have imagined that light is real - the sole thought that has given me purpose; and i plod along further still. Sometimes, my hope is all that i can consider bright; and i walk still.

A Fashionable End

Wind brushes hair; caressed by despair; every step lapsed grace in an elaborate chase. Walking into the dark with a charming style; don't forget to flash your broken smile; for everything that was done and said, i am still walking as i was groomed for death.

A void

A detached spectre gazing in despair.

When everyone passed by so quick in a nightmarish lapse, she warped the fabric of time and then lit the darkness of an eternal night.

Now, as a ghost i whisper in your ears, 
hoping you'd dream something like you; something beautiful.

Now... Strangely.. i feel...

Parallel Horizons Collide

We could see past the horizons;

hand on chest, words to breath, united;

searching for secrets that ignite us;

doused in the strangeness that excites uS

Nothing

Let me tell you about loss