Blackened waves dance turbulently
as I float upon their surface...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...
I like the time between our visits.
Not because I believe 'distance makes the heart...
Darkness comes around
as it always does but...
Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...
Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding...
Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...
I like to be left alone
But when people don't notice I'm...
Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...
I have an old desk, ever since I was ten
It was a present from my mum, as well as a pen...
I've given up,
twisted tween rock formations...
i don’t believe in happy ending;
i saw despair in your eyes...