The room is empty

Empty except for morphing, breathless blackness

My chest rises and falls

It looks like you

It pants desperately and I want to beg for mercy

The blackness breathes back

I am paralysed

You have wrinkled, shrunk like a once plump balloon

The child that held you so tenderly is sobbing in his ugliness

I have left a mark on you

The things I said that disgusted the already putrid col...

There are horses made of shadows,

winged with the breadth of nightmares,

that poets fly over the chasm of the void.

I see them in the peripheral

as I try to capture meaning from inspiration,

their eyes wild, their nostril red with the effort

of running after what is real.

Sometimes, when I just don’t get it,

I ride one beyond what can be known.

I lasso it with the silver string of my soul,

mount ...

I’ve always liked the dark

That time where things slow

When the screaming finally quiets

And I’m left with my thoughts in the silence

But on the rare occasion

I wish to engage in relations

Soft voices whisper in the dark

Their kind words speaking to my heart

I see them standing there

Skin pale as a ghost

They have such perfect hair

They’re much prettier than most

They have no nose nor ...

I see them just there

I see them by the hair

They’re lerking everywhere

Circling around us

I can’t breathe

And just then they pounce

We have to bob and weave

For if they caught us

There will be no more of me and Stephe....

The shadow of the moon…

It casts.

And the effect it has on me

It lasts.

And I stare into it,

I could stare all day.

And what I see,

Can’t help but stay away

She walks towards me,

Full of grace.

And when I see her,

I know she’s not face.

Hail Mary

I saw her.

Face to face....

In the quiet of night where whispers dwell,
A shadow slinks along, weaving a spell.
Creeping through corners, its form takes flight,
In flickering candles, it dances with fright.

Walls breathe with secrets, old tales laced in dread,
Each creak of the floorboards, a whisper of the dead.
Skulking in corners, cloaked in the dark,
Every heartbeat echoes, a restless spark.

Eyes made of moonlight, sha...

Walking, noises, talking, no words said

It’s all in your head

Twisting branches reaching out for a helping hand

It’s all in your head

Watchful eyes glaring

The moon is dead

Not a care in your world

You’re already dead

Breathing still

But not living still

Not a word is said

She’s out there somewhere

It’s all in your head...

The shadows invite me to play.

They say their mothers only let

Them out when flowers decay.

Lucky for them

My petals are falling off and

All that’s left is my hollow stem....

A wide, open light surrounding me,

A beam you might call a trail,

A flicker of familiarity crawling behind,

What seems to be the darkness on this contrasting road of will.

Where it goes, it will always belong,

For all it can be and all it can do is fulfill,

A place where it has always been, a shadow,

A form in this reflecting glow,

A formless silhouette to others,

Strolling alongside on this trail...

You look around but the windows are bare

You hear a sound but there's no one there

The other side of the bed is growing cold

Memories of his arms around you grow old

Now you wish that you begged him to stay

Alone in the dark, you're not safe until day

On your knees and pray

Invisible eyes everywhere stare

Anxiously you rip our your hair

Speak if you dare

There's a hand reaching out from under ...