hollow and thawing
your embrace leaves shadows
in the snow of my heart
melted days and melting nights
a snuffed out flame, shallow
breath, through cracks of
lifeless vein and pointed,
deathly, killer
stalagmites

as the night sky begins to fall
and the dawn never breaks
listen for the silent call

take shelter in the empty halls
run further still, no time to take
as the night sky begins to fall

shut your eyes, dear, shut the door,
pray to God, for God's sake
listen for the silent call

walk on, walk forward in the drawl
of the thunder and lightning in your wake
as the night sky begins to fall

when hope seems lost as shadows stand tall,
when silence truly starts to ache,
listen for the silent call

as the moon waves goodnight to all
and now you feel so, so small
as the night sky begins to fall
listen for our silent call

a ringing, oh so soft,
yet so fragile, sits in my ear
a ghost of a reminder,
that you were once here

no one in here,
but me. Muffled,
tick, tock, goes Time.
Birthing and fading, Light
rests outside my window, their
tendrils reaching into the corners.

no one in here,
except me. Cold air
knocks on my door, a breath
of loneliness frosting the floor,
a comforting whisper of Night in my ears.

no one in here,
and there's me. I
bathe in the presence
of no one and nobody,
I fall asleep within the cradle
of Time, I wake up to the call of
Light, I seek shelter in Night's embrace.

There's no one in here, and that's okay.

I'm alone with myself, and everything else in the world.

And that's okay.

and like chipped teacups;
bedazzling in the own right,
my butterfly garden sparkles
in reflections and broken glass

gemstones impressed
upon their heads, forceful
light bled into reality
diamond studded wings
carrying the weight of themselves

a silent beating, whirring;
mechanical clicks signal life
in metal cages

and then; nothing

but the creeping warmth
of dead butterflies in my stomach

the end, that's it.

i fall, a mime (s)till

as the curtain falls
farewells and thanks
in the night sky, resonating
empty eyes crying light

to culminate in this
how tragic, how unfortunate
cracked lips utter
gasping for the limelight,
kicked out of their own show

all for the punchline;

"you love I"

when you're scared
to go home

is when you know the sun
has left the sky

and the moon has drowned
itself in its own reflection.