You are the innocent soul
that lies beyond the hallowed edge of night.
A final breath of ghosts is the closest I'll arrive.

You stretch your lustrous limbs one last time
before vanishing beyond the secret border,
leaving an unfinished, but permanent shape in your place

to fill a gargantuan pit you leave behind in the sky.
Nothing can succeed you. Thus the night is empty
and all wanderers of Earth are left to sleep.

The bed is my make-shift coffin, and the horizon is yours.
Your death pit is always filled with a luminescent light,
and mine will be filled with a crepuscular dust.

I have a large mug to fill with fuel
that will hopefully keep me awake.
Dark, shiny, silky, thin ;
it is the looking-glass that peers into my soul.

I have a hoodie to keep me safe
from any unsettling emotions.
Blue, big, thick, warm;
it is the shroud that protects me from me.

I have a blade to appease my hatred
towards myself, towards everything.
Blunt, sharp, silver, pain;
it is the relief I get from my day.

I have a notebook to hold my secrets
that morph into structured words.
Black, pencilled, piercing words;
it is what I want to become some day.

A sparrow lost it's way back home one day.
He was scared, and his wings hurt from flying away
from the hawk chasing him, a tiny dinner.
As he perched on a tree, the sun rays got thinner
and he lost hope of ever returning home.

An instance is all it takes
to change the rest of our lives.
A mistake that one makes
can so easily destroy a reputation.

A friend in a car crash has scars
both inside and out.
Her life will never be the same
because she is living behind bars.

And one swig is all it took...

to **** a loved one, who had a future,
a whole road ahead.
He hibernates in his grave
until someone takes a swig again.

A dad who maims his daughter
will live in the shadows of regret,
when he sees his child suffer
from what he did and said way back when.

His little girl will hate herself
until she has the courage
to punish, abuse herself
to the point no return.

A day, a minute, not a second goes by
wherein what you do can turn
your whole world upside down.
An instance is all it takes

to take away any light,
any glimmer of hope.
Everything can change
In a day, in a second, in an instance.

For two years, I’ve suffered the IB.
The IAs, the EE....CAS.
It’s been a torturous journey
filled with all-nighters and stress.
My anxiety worsened, I got depression.
All for what? I find out soon.

I’m playing the waiting game now. I’m
waiting for my Uni to accept me. I’m
waiting for a 40/45....waiting

to see if two years of blood, sweat, tears
was worth it.

I’m scared.
I’m terrified.
I’m nauseous.
I don’t wanna disappoint anyone
anymore.

I’m crossing my fingers.
Hoping for the best.
Was it all worth it?

We shall see!

His Name was Light.
He was the first to Arrive.
His pure silvery Slivers
brought Sun and Day
to the bland, empty Slate.

Her Name was Life.
Life brought Blood with her.
She set it Free in the Veins of
those who wished to Be.

Air came next.
He created a magical Force
that blew Wind through the Tops of Trees
and refreshed the lungs of those who wished to Be.

Now the Last Sibling was Late to the Scene
but nevertheless Arrived
with the Most Important Thing.
She knew something was Missing
and so her Name was Shadow.

She Arrived with Darkness, Blackness,
Nothingness. She knew that without Dark
None of her Siblings’ Creations will Exist
for those who wished to Be.

Through my lace curtains
I saw you drag a body
across the street.