Karma is a wicked something.
Summoned a wrath, on a path, no desire to change.
My actions take chase, forget plans to escape, I quite like a good race.
Bad actor disgraced, your pain was embraced, the light refracted the stains on the back of the blade, I never even acted ashamed.
Not a foe or friend, just a prop on my stage.
Crushed all the fight, snuffed out that light, then redacted the grave.
Attraction deranged? I laugh in your face. Stalking like a bat in the blackest of caves. It's a joy not a task as I lap up every last bit of sordid action I crave.
Mmm satisfaction, but it only lasts for a day.
Ahaha, some fun for tomorrow, that's how I play.
My spirit is ***** that's what they say! But how can this be, when I clean up my soul through the task of my claim, in a bath of your shame?
Watch as my smile captures the day, a task for the sane, a distraction arranged.
Poor little someone, you've seen but a crack of this game and those interactions were tame
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
Minds eye, vision erodes.
Thought collisions echoed.
Imprisoned by ghosts,
envisioning those bad decisions you chose.
Living for hope.
Admitted to folk.
Omitting the trope.
Petition my cope.
Written a note.
“I’m in on the joke.”
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
I spy with my mind’s eye something that shatters all I knew.
Hickory dickory, to view the world’s trickery- a mind just blown into two.
Hey fiddle, fiddle, caught in the middle-that child has gone who was once you.
Mary had a little calm, but she spent it to see the world true.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
A pit of dark, the mist around my heart is rich with grey and thick; it sticks to parts.
A trickle of faithless, sadistic hatred sparks an internal mage with a frightening claim to every thought, that chains from one to another hopeless shame it paid.
The prince of dark offers a small glimpse of a face but as an image of strange and it's never the same. One small soft glimmer. Just as quick as it slivers in, it whispers away.
What was once the pain I brought, the game has stained with rot or reshaped my thoughts.
Acceptance was never taught as change, the mind a rock. Guilty of the crime of beleiving this was mine, only to find that I only stalk this place.
Hopes not lost, just pushed aside to tame that monster of pride as it fought and gnawed. As it flicks its claws and throws every single twisted trick that its got, just to bring stock to my name. Delivered so soft like small drops of rain that clot in my veins through the thoughts that are sought to simply prop up my place at top, like I'm famed.
I tried to **** it, and this only served to passion a rage — used as a passage for blame, all packaged in the most passive of ways.
Not to entertain these words that played out like songs on stage.
I caught the silence that had once been caged. Stillness spoke, I almost dropped it but then stopped in my place, left it to linger and felt the embrace.
I lock into the now, with no worries and unfazed.
That old monster still murmers yet it hasn't talked in days.
With peace maintained through a unwithering stillness, arrived through the vessel of thoughtless play.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC