Your words are
Daggers, slashing
Through my walls
All the way to this crashing,
Weak heart
Wounds open where you cut
But over time they
Become scars and shut
‘Till only traces tell of our decay
Your silence is
A machine gun
Or maybe a nuclear bomb?
Your silence is
A direct crit hit
It strikes once and kills
Yet you always
Pull me back from the brink
Like you can‘t part ways
Though you attack ...
The air has changed.
While Sylvia is still writhing in pain, I, in my ecstasy of finally attaining the near godhood I have greedily sought for years, hardly feel the pain of my transmutation at all.
However, what I vividly perceive is the way my senses, no, my very _essence_ changes while my Godsoup consumes me. My eyesight, sense of smell, even my hearing turn sharper every second until they re...
Choking
On my words
Blocking
Out the hurt
At least, I try
Not to cry
But I‘m drowning, I fear
Drowning in my tears
Underwater,
My voice stifled
But am I really,
Or do you just
Not want to hear me?
Has the air stopped
Carrying the sound?
Or are your ears just
Filtering me out?
Can you hear me,
Pleading—
Do you see me,
Reeling?
You keep talking
Like you do
But why are you walking
Away when I ta...
In the wind
We scatter
Like ashes
Lose altogether
In the wind
We fly
Like birds
Far and wide
In the wind
We find
How weak we are
How blind
In the wind
We dissolve
Slowly, like stone
In water
In the wind
We are cold
To the bones, as if
Our souls were sold
In the wind
We cry
For our eyes
Become dry
In the wind
We are free
Like the leaves
Of a tree
In the wind
We wait
For a shelter
‘Till we fi...
It breaks not when it falls
To the unknown, it calls
Its shine is pale and mute
Still an unripe fruit
A diamond, unshaped
Formless and ashamed
Her light slumbers
So she knows not its wonders
She is a desert flower
Oblivious of her power
Made to think she‘s dull
When in truth she‘s not at all
Sometimes she forgets
How alive she‘s inside, frets
That her light is not enough
And she‘s hungry fo...
There‘s a blade piercing my heart
And I keep pushing it deeper
I cannot let go
Of the handle
Lest you grip it
Again.
Hatred
Keeps my hands tied
My smile has faded
Since you tried
So hard to steal it.
I cannot even smile
When I look at the stars
The moon mocks me
With its ghostly light
As I rot in a prison
Made by you.
Your castle of bliss was built
With my bones as foundation.
Crushed by your ambi...
I have always dreamed of revolution.
Something that would send ripples through the world, tear it at the very seam— and turn it upside down.
Think of an hourglass. If there‘s a quake, it will shake, shake, shake and, if the quake is forceful enough, it will flip.
How wondrous! My hands ache for the sense of new discovery, of breakthrough!
That is why I schemed. A grand scheme indeed it is that ...
Twirls and circles
Twisted miracles
Unfathomable tracks and etchings
Like human‘s interconnections
Abundant in colour
Some show fear, some valour
It‘s not easy to understand
Intentions, whether small or grand
Threads flow and intertwine
Looking ever so divine
Like a chain of humans
Holding on to others‘ hands
We lean on one another
As the patterns complement each other
We hope that we‘ll be hel...
High
Like the sky
Deep
As the ocean reef
Blue
The colour of ponderers
You
Dazzled by its wonders
Let‘s drown
In this drunkenness
My gown
Is this teal bliss
It‘s calling to me
This colour of splendour
It calms this beast
Makes me surrender
A drug, a remedy
For this broken heart
Torn by tragedy
The blue a fresh start
Like a fish
I gasp, beholding it
I relish
The blue, soothing my spirit
A myri...
I am the end of every beginning. The light at the end of every tunnel is me.
Or perhaps darkness is more of a fitting image. But then again, that would mean the light never existed in the first place.
Death… that‘s what mortals call me.
No matter how much people fear and hate me, and however they once started, wherever they came from, whatever ranks or fortune they might possess;
Their storie...
