As I lay you to rest, a solemn melody surrounds the earth.
Brisk finality soothed but aches linger, a damaged inner worth.
I remember that day vividly, you know; the start of it all.
Misfolded strands of rope entangled my core and drew me in;
A devil's whisper to seal the shackles.
A sweet serenade gave solace through disillusioned Autumnal gloom. A spicy ballad through the boreal frigidity.
A bitter lullaby from May, to send you on your way.
I had wished to match your tempest.
Now, I pray for it to rest.
Choked gasps wracked with guilt betrothed those moments in one fell swoop -
A shallow husk, spited by a Storm.
From that moment onward, echoed murmurs of silence burned with a somber vigor. Emblazoned with ferrous resolve - a catalytic trigger.
Now all that's left is to bask in incremented remedy, to tend the cracks of your vexatious symphony.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
An ashen plain, once known as 'brain'. Its grass grows grey; green fades away.
Nestled deep, within its soil; each memory plants its rusty coil.
An attempt of colour it would seem, yet old and frail, now lost that gleam.
Old and frail.
Old... and frail...
Old and frail?
Young. Young and tired.
Young and tired, devoid of will.
Mired in self, it shall ****
"How many?", you ask.
"Just the one.", an empty flask.
A spiraled edge, a broken sigh,
A twisted vortex, demise is nigh.
Better yet, something else to try -
One simple
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f r o m u p o n h i g h.
Or a capsule? Another. Another, another.
Another? No, too easy. A bag to smother?
Where to begin? A stifled grin.
Yet it fades when faced with kin.
Shattered hearts, a smoking gun.
I thought you said "Just the one."?
Echoed screams that haunted dreams.
Futures tainted by what they saw.
Stared in awe, nothing more.
For you lie there, no longer with them.
Forevermore.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
Warmth echoes throughout;
Pearlescent purpose, radiant chorus.
Yet to those most vocal, most devout:
Spare us the gospel, you're starting to bore us.
As the false 'gel's singing fades,
I burn incomplete.
I can't hold a candle to the others.
Flames so fervent, yet out of grasp.
They hound for answers, and out I gasp -
"Beeswax."; fitting for embers of intrusion.
I can't hold a candle to them.
Paraffin prides leave me dazed,
A trickle, a drip,
Fallen to this maze.
I can't hold a candle,
For palm melts in my palms,
I can't hold on, I'm melting.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC