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...