Desperate Denial

Blocking out thoughts? No wonder you barely remember a thing. My friend, no wonder why the shock is still in your eyes. Unmistakable void, have you forgotten her face? She still smiles, and a mirage of memory slithers demanding worship. A million candle is only lit in your head, for she's still alive, she's still undead. Somewhere beneath endless oblivious sky, her shrine is set. So don't deny the godess smile only to form a tourniquent for your detachment.

A Victory (Of Some Sort)

The body is a history map of won battles. Written in blood, and scabbed into oblivion. A form of insanity, or sanity forsaken? Who am I to say? Shadows are on the wall becoming alive, succumbing loneliness as they brush against the anguished face, "You won again," They whisper.

Just A Dream

I dreamt of a black cat in my room. It was small and fragile... Dying, yet I had to hide it from their eyes.