It seeps into the soul.
Absorbing all the noise.
It leaves its victims.
Fatigued and Ashamed.
Heartbeats pulse against a hollow shell.
Faint and Weak.
Eyelids close, weighed down.
All are stuck in this mire.
It covers the whole body.
Seeping into the bones.
And a lullaby sounds in the mind.
The ink jar runs empty.
Time slows til its frozen.
Don’t rebel against the nameless monster.
Red rises in the light of a waning sun.
Dusk conquers the sky, silent and proud,
Before Lady Moon rides her darkness
And claims her throne once more.
From the ground, forests watch the game
Repeated nightly, predictable,
Before turning their eyes inward.
The ground covering their twining roots
Is warmed by bloodied leaves
Dropped from the skyward limbs.
Night’s Queen bids forth the cold
And sends the westward wind howling in the eerie calm.
Fall drifts away, hand in hand with Father Time,
And passes Winter, serene under a clock of frost.
The forests shiver with the change,
Watch drying leaves, rust, crumple, disintegrate.
Dawn sounds the trumpet charge,
Ahead of Lord Sun on his sea of blue,
And chases Lady Moon past the horizon once more.
The trees turn their eyes inward, closing them tight,
Its time to slumber, despite warming rays of light.
Take from me
For I dare not care for you.
This Love is but a void dream,
One I’m sick of seeing.
It tells the same
I will not entertain
The ones you taunt me with.
I sit alone
In the darkness of time
And lust for life
Without your empty promises.
My Heart, I offer.
All in hopes of
Bidding thee farewell.
Leave me to myself
For I’d rather break alone.