The parched ground is flooding,
Failing to swallow the brewing storm up-
A slight freeze hazes over the sidewalks,
Numbing my feet as I walk.
My lips bleed sweet rain,
My teeth chew flowery skin,
Strolling casually through a cold autumn night,
Illuminated in vibrant orange lights.

The trees change color in front of my eyes,
The leaves flutter and fall,
Shriveled and withering,
As if commanded to die.
Surroundings blurred by the watery moon,
The silent snowdrops begin to wane,
Leaving behind it's heat on my face,
And a flurry of hope that's blown away.

I'm sleeping too well lately,
All too fearful of the days to come.
Content with the finality and silence closed eyes bring-
Numb to night-time tears and midnight terrors,
Unable to feel, unable to dream,
A slight hope I'll be blind for eternity,
Enveloped in unmoving, eerie darkness.
The panicked breathing only I can hear,
Slowly muffled by coarse dirt.

Is it wrong for me to seek that peace?
Cowardly and undeserving as I may be,
My worth is higher away from Earth.
Pathetic grumbling,
I mumble mindlessly under my breath,
Consoling a wretched mind each time a night passes,
And I find myself rising to see the sun.
I know where I stand,
And I cannot find my way,
So I lay stranded in a a patch of quicksand,
Hoping it will swallow me quicker so I never age.

You must not bleed nor bend nor break,
You cannot fall or fail to fly-
Stretch your wings from sky to land,
And soar until you close your eyes.

Eyelids frosted shut,
Gentle glistens of ice protrude alongside the edges,
A glimpse of ethereal immortality,
Regardless of the state of death this body beholds.
If corpses could walk,
Perhaps such enormous fatigue,
Sunken, ****** eyes,
Quivering, unstable limbs and a dry, bitten mouth,
Would not be so abnormal here.

Alas I am a frightful spirit to all who glance upon me,
Bringing their soul right the edge of their chests,
Bursting through their throats in heaving fits of fear.
When wisps of energy return to me by the moonlight,
Everyone whispers of dark magic, necromancy.
The true view,
Seen from the eyes of creatures of the night,
Is only a mortal,
Wriggling about in a futile fight to survive,
Unable to muster any will under daylight.

"I despise you."
Quivering lips spit warm breath into my ear,
As sweet as were his words spiteful.
A crooked feeling splits into a grin,
Savoring his unbearable gaze.
"You never mean what you say,"
Dismissive,
I'll decide who bends and breaks.
Bloodlust ignites the tension,
Pushing me to the wall.
"I love you."
His fingers sunken through my brain,
Heart imploding despite his lie.
Flickering vision records his contorted face,
God, did he finally smile?

I flow along the line of dirt beneath the grass,
Fading into wood and land as quickly as I come.
The dewy night is pitch black,
Void of even the moonlight,
The moist wind brings a cool blush to my face as the kisses of rain sweeps by,
Tears blending with the sweetness of craving Mother Earth delivers to my eyes.
I am in bliss,
An untouchable state of melancholy,
Whistling a nightingale tune to the shriveled bleeding hearts...
Returning every joy their lovely blooms brought to my side.

Still gnawing my teeth,
Grinding unabashed desire into powder,
A slim white snake feeding thick into my bloodstream,
A thirsty frenzy, ***** craze,
I screech and launch myself into your arms,
Hovering just at the edge of control,
Sinking in, thin silky flesh,
Do I let myself taste your delicacy?
If I bite now,
I won't wake up until I've drained you of your mind,
Leaving a husky corpse that can only become mine.
I can't fathom your intentions,
Why you never stop me,
Even as you shrivel and die beneath me,
Watching the baying light blur to darkness.
Your last breath has been your most beautiful,
Delicate and untouchable,
Something for only my ears.
I remind myself not to regret,
Even if I can only hear that but once -
Isn't that what makes it special?
It's only in the graying sunset,
I realize what I really wanted from you-
Is that why you didn't push me away?