I stare at an end I cannot quite
See.
I can almost touch it.
Snaking souls rising into
Ink stained night.
Stars breaking through that
sense of dread,
Smothering.
Heels.
Clip clop down the halls,
Walking from room, to room,
Keeping Death,
Alive.
Pulling souls from the
Sky.
The world smells like rot.
The living already on the edge of
Decay.
Maggots of pain crawling through flesh,
Flies swarming around far gone
Minds.
They’re eyes gloss
Over.
I hear the clip clop of heels.
That sounds so very like,
Soldiers, riding into Death.
Bullets ready to break
Through.
The night.
Like stars.
I can feel the bugs in my skin
My eyes all glossy.
She comes to take my hand
And guides me into that dark night
So that I may spot the sky
With my… The
world beeps as I fade into
Oblivion.
A cacophony,
A harmony and melody
of heels and monitors.
The hells stop.
I feel a warm hand
So juxtaposed to mine.
It yanks me back to bed.
Out of the sky and back down to a
Heaven cast in pain.
A dance between death and
Life
A purgatory built on
Lies
That everything will be okay…
I was always scared of heights.
No one told me the true terrors
existed far closer to
Home…
Birthed in a place
Between de a d a n d
A l i v e …
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
And I’m tired of being sick.
Little light up box and
100 grams of poison should be enough to trick
My mind into a bottle.
Hope it wont overflow
Before I can dump it all
Into the sea
Maybe it’ll be enough to forget what comes
Next
The, next
Last thread of string holding something to
Fall onto my head
The, next
Expectations of greatness, a 98 or a
Breathtaking
Performance…
My friends are all the happiest they’ve
Been.
And I feel like I’ve missed that scene
Where time stopped.
And no one demanded anything,
Anymore…
I can’t seem to figure out
The cure
For whatever Black Hole is eating at my,
Idyllic, utopia.
And maybe it’s my
Fault
Maybe I expect too much from my
Self
And resulting is a
Tug of war within my soul that apathy always wins.
So as to shield from a breakdown
Under the strong winds
Of realizing that I can’t even bare to try
For fear of failing
I, try
To lighten my own load
With, 6 and a half hours on a little light up
Box
And my stomach full of some toxic
Rot
I feel as though I’ve not
Stopped
All day.
Even when all I’ve done is sit
And scroll
Those “sorrows” away.
And I wonder why I’m tired.
And I question why I’m sick.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 3:51 PM UTC
The crows flock to misery, not
to peck at death but to keep Despair Company
And the songbirds of poets, bring me their lilies, second-hand roses,
Wilted to ruin.
My heart, mirrored in their image, is
Blackened and broken, battered and bruised
She longs for tenderness, to sow what had
Withered
And there you stand
Jealousy in hand
Hit me over the head with it
And I’ll fall for you again
My Saccharine Suicide, will be ever sweet
And when I
die
It will be at your
Feet
The crows flock to Misery,
Beaks plunging into sockets.
Tears trail down stone cheeks
Blood drips down,
Tears
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
Do you ever miss seeing the stars
All the sky’s painted, black ever far
We see the world
through heart shaped blinders
And learn to live with the dark
Do you ever miss seeing the stars
We’ve blocked them out
Outshined with tar
Take their poison, feed it to our minds
Forget that joy is what will **** their binds
Follow without question, they've subdued you anyway
Take their second hand roses
Wilted and fake
No don't you follow without question
It's how they'll rule the world
When they put minds in stomachs
Greed will overwhelm
Listen without question, they’ve tamed you anyway
Take their words verbatim
Like pills swallowed every day
No don’t you listen without question
It’s how they’ll sell their lies
When they put souls in boxes
That’s when hope will
die.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
Sink feathered fingers into my ribs
Grasp tight a hold of my heart.
Slowly I seek summer in your eyes
Searching for you are art
My longing lungs will breathe for
You
Blinking you look
Away.
But I have grave news for
You.
I’ll love you
Anyway.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Swarming they land upon
Skin
Fig flies feasting on flesh
What they didn’t expect to be
Was swallowed right up within
Now they crawl as they wish
Discomfort spreading its roots
The bugs came to feast on my skin
So I decided to get to them first
Burying deep down
Bellow
Their bodies drowning in red
They try to fly up and away
But I won't let them haunt.
Someone else.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
It’s one of those days
Where it’s colder
Inside than out.
You feel discarded.
They’ve found a shiny new toy
They haven’t broken,
Yet.
Crack.
There I go.
P i e c e by p i e c e
Fall
Till there’s not even bones
Not a wish
Not a lie
But something
Not even alive…
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
My stomach aches, it groans. Jolting and jiving, butterflies biting, parasites. Eating away. Bile rises to my throat. Taunting, tantalizing, I hope it never leaves me. The alternative is much worse. I long for the pain of the rot and decay as feeling this way… it’s better than nothing at all. Better than landing after the fall, love takes all. Robs us of rational thought but
Wouldn’t you rather
Find hope in impossible
Than nigh love at all
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
The fruit of my spoils sings
Drawing me ever near
A siren on land reaching its hand to
Take my by the
Throat
My heart flutters at the idea
Longing to come a part
To take what is to wither
Wallow in toxic rot
We would walk on wilted wishes
And gaze at dying stars
All will end in dust
I’m a queen of broken hearts
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
is the calmest place you can be
while still surrounded by turmoil.
Pressure of the storm
Pressing into, Retina
You can hear the silence…
All falls to ruin but
Wisteria, like weeping tears
Wisteria,
weeping
tears
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC