its been a long, long time since i've memorized your face.

every night when i close my eyes, it is you. you're like a fever that refuses to break. a plague that dwells inbetween my worn out sheets.

i remember the first time we met. you whispered violent fancies in my ear, with you hands wrapped around my neck. you told me you would make me yearn to never wake up. shackled my wrists and threw m...

It all started in the corner of my bedroom. The corner I would always find myself gazing at as I drifted off to sleep. It was gradual. One morning, after a particularly gruesome graveyard shift, I tumbled into bed excited for the oblivion of sleep to take me when I noticed a spot of a depthless black staining the apex of where wall met ceiling. As I stared at this speck of darkness, my very being ...

The darkness settles into my bones uncomfortably. Being a creature of death, I had belonged to the shadows for far too long. Never again will I kowtow myself to the dark, to the nothingness that follows. But despite myself, I am trembling before it.

All around, the lack of light pounds into my skull until I feel as if it will crack me open and fill the empty space between my bones, weave itself th...