Why do I write?
A question often asked...
Through clenched teeth, her breath is shallow.
Perfectly still behind closed doors, she awaits...
Hurry up.
They're here...
It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords...
Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon...
My hands are shaking,
my heart is racing...
Inside my blood, Pluto freezes
with such a violence before...
And...
when you cry for me...
Silent Hearts
The flower bloomed, inside a heart...
Nightmares of demons,
nightmares of death...
Amidst darkness of slumber
Through veins flow life...
Poetic emotion,
grasping strength...