A creak outside my bedroom door
Faceless shadows watch my pitiful attempts at slumber through the window
They are watching me, waiting for my eyes to close
Willing myself into courageous action I stand, blinds closing, door locked
My bed welcomes me once more, a comforting creak as it takes my weight
Drops of moonlight trickle down my drapes, my heart stops
Don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t open your eyes
In a moment of clarity I realize
The shadows never left, I simply can’t see them
It’s too dark

A crown forged out of molten lead

To keep my thoughts inside my head

Thoughts I dare not let outside

Collected in the tears i've cried

In a jar above the sink

Thoughts I cannot bear to think

And when they come to bare their heads

I grab another piece of lead

Insert the shard into my eye

To keep all of the pain inside

Until I cannot see it

Fish hooks picking at my skin

Wicked barbs **** at the soft pink flesh within

Pulled, harder, deeper the metal sinks

Yanked, tugged, closer to reality

Up, higher, desperate gasps of breath

Reaching, stretching, for a solution, an anchor

Faster, harder, cast out into the unknown

Colder, deeper, too numb to drown

Pulled, harder, deeper

Warmer

My Purple clothes
With purple stripes
That I wear all day
As well as night
My purple clothes
So weak and weary
Torn at the seams
From the weight they carry
My purple clothes, torn at the seams
I stitch and fix them in my dreams
And bathed in tears, they fall apart
The ink leaked through into my heart
And underneath, im purple

Gears turn in the dead of night
Metallic wails wake me from my slumber
Louder, piercing my skin, reaching into every orifice
I writhe in agony, choking on flakes of rust
I lash out into the dark, my fingers wedged between the cogs
My bones a fine powder, my flesh discarded

Pristine gears, polished with a crimson sacrifice
They turn silently
And I can dream again

A string of lights, Thousands of miles long
Reaching to the sky
Wrapping around our cold dead planet
Suffocating it with its endless light
And one day, a light flickers
And flickers
And dies
And the earth is a little bit colder

Four walls

The foundations of my life

Torn down in a fit of anger


A bed

My security

My thoughts, my dreams, my wonder

Left unkempt


A Dresser

Secrets tucked neatly inside

Along with the clothing I wear

But the drawers no longer shut


A room with

Four walls

A bed

A dresser

And my head

But it's never felt

So empty