A shroud that blooms a single bud,
Blossomed at the peak of perfection,
Piercing eyes of those who dare to behold-
Taking trance to those of hereafter.
She waits to vicariously live through another,
By piercing one with her sharp thorns,
A trickle of blood released from her holder,
Captivates her swooning love.
Fooling the world with her perfume.
It covers her stain.

Truly a lifeless child with a brown core
Rotting out the ends of her teeth,
Cracks at the seams that should be mended;
Should be stitched
         perfectly.

Instead lost in the intertwined lines-
withering from the inside.
Unable to grasp each end of the rope.
Never could weave the fabric with a still hand,
She



slips into Darkness.
Although she cast a tranquil shadow,
She fades into the background-
Slipping silent as her seems come undone.
Fooling the world with her transparent seal.
It covers her shame.

A single blossom that blooms in the spring,
And dies each night by the moonlight-
Howling outside to try and wake her inside.
To regurgitate her woven ends,
To seal the wound pried open by her past.
By her current death bed.
Sharpening her thorns for those who take hold,
Masquerading her disease-
black vessels rooted in deep soil-
Fooling the world with her beautiful petals.
Only she's to blame.

Toppled soil swings in dismay of its greater sand.
It tries to stand but is stolen by the wind.
By the one winged bird who clasps onto its children.
Flees from its home to save tomorrow.
Shards of glass fall from the sky,
Reflecting what it seems to be,
Unable to dig deeper than the surface.
What you become is what you cease to be.

Skimming the surface of an ice blade –
staring into your reflection.
A pool of electric blue,
casting shadows of
Your dreams, your vitality; your forgotten escape.
Plunged from above, you begin to sink.
Treading has gotten you awry;
Gotten you nowhere.
The current has drawn you lost and forgotten.
Guided by the moon you trail your path-
Of delusion- of truth.
When will you reach the surface.
When will you fight the current.
When will you find me?

I want you to shut your eyes and go into the frightening cave; get lost in what was once a terrible dream, and shed light upon the unknown; your darkened retreat. Forget what led you away, but begin to see what made you choke, and spit up all your fears. Bring your nightmares to life. Face the evil; stair it in its face until it gives way to hope. Put away the trigger and stop begging like a child. No taking account for what will be forgotten tomorrow- begin to disappear in what the universe has created- a lifeless body which only accounts for its soul. Dig deep into the midst of the horizon- shedding light on your darkened retreat. You will realize the soul. The end. The beginning. The circle of life. And why these crazy events; your obnoxious uproars over spilt milk; carry little significance in your life. Your inability to control the demon within only accounts for your ignorance and need to feed on what you crave. Build on your soul and not your body; get lost in yourself. Crawl out of the nonexistent state in which you reside; this ignorant black hole that grows as you indulge in petty habits. I'll meet you on the other side.