She fights to dig herself
out of the darkness...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...
Here,
no longer in nightmares...
Boredom has become my biggest cross to bear.
It weighs heavily on me when no one is near...
demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...
birds create mirrored
harmonious melodies...
Am I needed?
Am I important...
I had to-
let go of the...
Those creepy little crawlies
When you're lying in your bed...
Man's best friend
The dog is privy to that phrase...
My intuition:
a hot knife...
Tears of guilt
Tears of remorse...