"There's little in this world
that a cup of tea can't cure...
They say you may see ghosts
and things invisible on Halloween...
Isolation in the midst of a crowd
Seems to carry a special ache...
At last
my bloom is withering...
for some reason you’re anxious,
the day and night are not forgiving...
I don't want to exist
I want to be a ghost...
Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
I happened to search your name
even though I deleted my socials...
The darkness in me
is as vacant as I am...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...
In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...
a quest is a kingdom
a quest is a king’s kingdom...