To be loved by me  
is like being held underwater  
and expected to learn how to breathe.  

I don’t feel like I’m from here—  
from this planet.  
To love me is inhuman.  

I’m a creature of the night.  
Don’t get too close,  
or you might cause me a fright.  
But if you get just close enough,  
we can have conversations  
that last all night.  

To be loved by me  
is like being drowned…

You lose yourself in me.  
I lose myself in you.  
It’s not just a pattern—  
it’s painted in the stars above,  
the ground below.  
You know we’ve all seen this show.  

I either make landfall  
like a hurricane,  
or like the rain  
that was supposed to come today  
but never bothered to show its face.  

To be loved by me  
is like being drowned…

It’s not that I’m unlovable…  
It’s that I might be intoxicating.  
And you know how it goes  
with toxic things:  
you either can’t put them down,  
or you know better  
than to ever pick them up.  

To be loved by me  
is like being drowned…

But what if I’ve never been those extremes?  
What if that’s just how you’ve chosen to see me?  
What if loving me is not like drowning?  
What if I’ve just been watering your seeds?  
What if we look between the stars and the ground?  

To be loved by me
Is like being drowned?

Is there a different story to be found—  
waiting to be painted  
by someone who can see  
both the stars above  
and the roots beneath the tree?

I stay here through the endless night,  
Drowning in the ink of others' dreams,  
Where words are woven like delicate threads,  
Each one a whisper, a silent scream.  

The pages turn beneath my fingers,  
A steady pulse, a quiet breath,  
In the stillness of my solitude,  
I watch their stories rise from death.  

I am but an observer in this space,  
A shadow in the light of their tales,  
Their joys, their wounds, their deep despair—  
I carry them, like whispered gales.  

If you are lost, adrift in sorrow,  
Or tangled in the threads of doubt,  
Let these words, like falling stars,  
Guide you through the darkened route.  

Let them be a balm for broken hearts,  
A fleeting flame in the coldest dark,  
A whisper soft enough to reach  
The quiet corners of your spark.  

I stand here in the quiet, still,  
A silent witness to your grief,  
But if my words can offer peace,  
Then let them be your sweet relief.  

- Cas

Sometimes

I forget to

Differentiate

Between

Them and

Me simply

Because

I'm not

Sure who

They really

See....

- Cas

I wonder...

What it's like to sleep

Do normal people get to dream?

Do they see lovely things?

I don't remember ever having those before...

Closing my eyes and waking up sore

Sleep-deprived, but I got eight hours...

Maybe I needed more...?

You're on the other side of this screen...

Fell asleep talking to me..

I've still got our conversation open

You seemed quite sweet but so soft-spoken...

I hope you dream of only lovely things...

Like dew drops, and sunshine, and an angel's wings

...Sleep well, my sweet little stranger....

- Eyeless Jack

We just met...

You're an alter from the system dating ours

You fell asleep talking to me

And I don't even know your name...

But after an hour with your laugh...

I know I will never be lonely again

- Eyeless Jack

Sometimes I forget how to smile,
And my nightmares have nightmares for miles.
But there's no monster hiding under my bed,
Or shadows creeping with whispers of dread.
It’s just me… just me… I’m all alone,
In a world where no one’s ever shown.
No one’s ever close enough to care,
No one to love me, no one to share.

I lose myself in the quiet and deep,
Where the shadows of my thoughts silently creep.
There’s no hand to hold, no voice to call,
Just me in this empty, endless hall.
I’m stuck in a place where no one will stay,
No friends, no love, no warmth in the gray.
And I can’t escape, I can’t break free,
No one will ever be here for me.

The days drag on, and the nights are long,
I search for something, but all feels wrong.
I close my eyes, but I can’t find rest,
Just echoes of pain I can’t suppress.
There’s no one to save me from this hell,
No one to notice when I start to fall.
I’m just a shadow, fading in time,
A lonely soul, trapped in rhyme.

I watch the world move, but I’m standing still,
My heart’s aching, my soul’s been killed.
There’s no warmth, no comfort to seek,
Just silence that drowns every word I speak.
No family to call, no friend to trust,
Just the hollow of love that turns to dust.
I linger in shadows, forgotten, unseen,
A fading dream in a world too mean.

I try to reach out, but my hands fall short,
There’s no one to answer, no one to support.
I whisper my secrets into the void,
But the silence answers, it’s all destroyed.
No one’s close enough to feel my pain,
No one to help me break these chains.
And still, I love you from afar,
A love you’ll never see, just a distant star.

I carry this weight that no one can see,
A burden so heavy, it’s crushing me.
There’s no safety, no shelter from the cold,
Just empty arms that I can’t hold.
I wish for someone to care for me,
But I’m invisible, lost at sea.
I try to reach, but I can’t break through,
Still, I like you, though you’ll never feel it too.

I sit in the silence, drowning in tears,
A face full of sorrow, haunted by fears.
There’s no love to catch me when I fall,
No one to answer when I make the call.
It’s just me, just me, lost in the deep,
A soul too tired to even weep.
But I keep hoping, though I know it’s a lie,
That you might see me, even if I die.

And here I am, broken and cold,
Living a story that’s never been told.
No family, no friends, no love to know,
Just the darkness that follows wherever I go.
But I keep liking you, though it’s all in vain,
A dream of affection, an endless pain.
For even though I’m alone, I still choose to be,
Loving you quietly, knowing you’ll never love me.

- Andrew

Happiness is a fleeting spark,  
A moment bright, then lost in dark.  
A fleeting breath, a laugh that fades,  
Like sunshine swallowed by the shades.  
Perfection, too, is just a mask,  
A hollow shell, a lifeless task.  
It shatters when you try to hold,  
A brittle lie, a truth untold.  

Sorting souls into their boxes,  
Like they're just names, like they're just oxes.  
But we’re not numbers, we’re not lines,  
We’re tangled hearts, we're twisted minds.  
Take your head out of the dirt,  
Stop pretending, stop the hurt.  
Breathe the air that's thick with rain,  
Feel the ache, the endless strain.  

So many people, faces blurred,  
Crowded streets, but none are heard.  
We pass each other like empty ghosts,  
Staring straight ahead, afraid to coast.  
None of them care, none of them see,  
The aching, burning parts of me.  
We’re all just drifting, lost, alone,  
Trying to find a place to call home.  

Hate yourself if it’s what you do,  
I do it too, it’s all I knew.  
A constant ache beneath my skin,  
The fight inside I can’t begin.  
Cry, scream, let it all out,  
Feel the rage, feel the doubt.  
Die in silence, die again,  
But rise and start this fight, my friend.  

The world will end, and so will you,  
But there’s no choice but to push through.  
Lose your friends, lose your place,  
Watch your dreams turn into waste.  
But maybe that's the only way,  
To break free from this endless gray.  
We’re all just waiting for a sign,  
To make sense of this twisted climb.

And here I am, broken and cold,
Living a story that’s never been told.
No family, no friends, no love to know,
Just the darkness that follows wherever I go.
But I keep liking you, though it’s all in vain,
A dream of affection, an endless pain.
For even though I’m alone, I still choose to be,
Loving you quietly, knowing you’ll never love me.
- Andrew

I sit in the silence, drowning in tears,
A face full of sorrow, haunted by fears.
There’s no love to catch me when I fall,
No one to answer when I make the call.
It’s just me, just me, lost in the deep,
A soul too tired to even weep.
But I keep hoping, though I know it’s a lie,
That you might see me, even if I die.
- Andrew

I carry this weight that no one can see,
A burden so heavy, it’s crushing me.
There’s no safety, no shelter from the cold,
Just empty arms that I can’t hold.
I wish for someone to care for me,
But I’m invisible, lost at sea.
I try to reach, but I can’t break through,
Still, I like you, though you’ll never feel it too.

- Andrew