If only I’d had the courage,

The courage to stand by you,

I knew you were suffering,

And yet I did nothing.

Stayed silent, afraid,

I saw your mind drift off—

into the never after,

I caused you pain,

Not with harsh words or actions,

But with the emptiness I left in their place.

A piece of me died that day.

If only I’d been brave enough—

Maybe you’d still be here....

Natural selection was never my forte,

I was happy drifting in shadows,

Going through life, unnoticed—till you came.

Your love was intoxicating,

A light so fierce I couldn’t look away.

You didn’t just save my life—you changed it.

And of all the myths we choose to believe in,

One feels unshakably true:

Love is the lie that keeps us alive....

It creeps up on you,

Cold as night,

None are exempt from it,

Not the trusted, not the loved,

Not even the ones you swore would never fall.

It turns blood against blood,

A fracture too deep to heal,

The lone wolf lives,

But the pack dies....

I’m still in love with your ghost,

Yearning for the essence of you,

My eyes are set yonder,

Itching for a beyond,

A place past the veil,

Silent, unseen, but real to me.

I now haunt the spaces we left behind,

Still searching for you,

Still fading away,

In chasing your ghost,

I became one myself....

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you find all the broken pieces?

Like a puzzle solved with your gentle touch.

One day, if you held my heart in your palm,

Would you let it beat freely,

Or shape it with your own rhythm,

A song only we could hear,

A pulse that binds us....

I despise them.

They fear us,

Because we mirror them,

But we are stronger,

Better,

More than their shallow shells could ever hold.

They destroy what they can’t understand,

Kill what they can’t control—pathetic, cowardly creatures,

I hope they choke on their own destruction,

Drown in the ruins they create....

I shall shed no tears,

For why weep for a life that’s gone—when it was a life well lived?

Death came, swift and quiet,

And in his grasp, you slipped away,

Out of reach, out of sight.

Would I choose to know you still—and accept the pain,

Or would I trade the joys we shared—for a life untouched by loss?...

Some will say the paths were blue,

Others red, bold and true.

But those who walked them remember well—

They were crimson,

Like Blood in Snow.

Violets sprouted everywhere—

And life grew wild from every cost.

A soft reminder of all that bled,

Of paths once Blue,

Now Violet instead....

Soon, Time will do it’s neat little trick,

And life will move without looking back.

I’ll wake up and carry on with my life.

Forget your face in the light of day.

When I see you again,

I hope you’ve found Peace, that you’ve done your best.

May the pain be gone,

And the scars we carry—finally healed....

At the crossroads, they gather and plead,

Each face tells a story, each breath like a sigh—

But I, the reaper, choose who must die.

They bargain and beg, they weep and they pray,

Yet the Fates have no mercy, they won’t sway.

Anubis below, with his commands,

But it’s Destiny’s thread that I snip in my hand.

The Scythe always swings, quiet and grand.

And though they fear me, I take no stand—

I sim...