Missing Coyote

Sometimes, trying to make sense of all is a risk of losing all sense.
I know you tried to argue your way to reality. To reach a place that you can hold on to.. but you're not here anymore. I wish you weren't so stubborn. I wish you didn't have such passion for life, then you'd reach a truth you can hold on to.. entombed .. with me..

We Die Alone

A smile is a gesture too insincere. Lock the eyes, only to turn and contemplate what's been whispered. No. She is still trapped. "I'll die alone." she wrote to me. Compromise is the weapon of the helpless. I take her eyes, and leave her bloodlessly wandering. Years of Isolation begin as she exists in fading. I watch over her shadow losing sanity. She stains me to still, I am captivated. "I'll die alone". She writes again. Skin enflamed red, withering, she smiles.

(This piece is inspired by Isolation Years by Opeth)