A blank screen shows ‘No Messages’,
I sigh and throw it to the side,
before rushing back to check;
time after time,
again.
Some might say it’s sad,
others, hopeless;
But it’s so much more than that.
When you feel as if you have nothing,
feel nothing,
am nothing;
Can you blame yourself for craving what soothes you?
Check, check, check,
send messages to check,
stare for hours to check,
becoming worried, stupidly so;
But it’s all worth it in the end,
when you’re brought to life.

No longer am I walking on eggshells,
oh no, my feet now gracefully dance,
leaping on whispered winds,
landing on a delicate, creamy surface,
I used to be so afraid of breaking.
Now I've long since grown not to care,
if they crack, if they shatter,
simply place them with me and my sanity,
six feet under, decomposing,
for nobody has use for a long cracked egg;
Especially when its insides leak out,
like an alien goo, unlike what it's meant to be,
full of life, purpose, ideas, joy;
Now it's just a sad, rotting mess,
not even the best craftsmen could piece together,
though even if they could, it wouldn't last long,
for nobody can truly erase or fix,
those cracks in the surface.

A corpse stumbling through the rain asks,
"What is the purpose of this meaningless life?"
though unfortunately words are not heard,
the scream of his mind echoing in his thoughts.

Blackened blood smearing on frigid cold skin,
pondering what it was like to be human,
to be living productively in the present,
rather than a blurry state of nothing but living;
If you could call it that at all.

Shuffling across cracked pavement,
hopelessly looking for a feeling,
something not yet known, or remembered;
An internal struggle only seen as a groan,
unable to give much more detail,
a foggy expression within his faded eyes.

Weeds overflow into weathered buildings,
much like numbness has crawled across nerves,
signifying that nothing will get better,
nothing will get worse,
nothing is the best option;
Nothing is good.

Driven by nothing more than a need to go on,
to survive, thrive with what is to be had,
feeding off of the emotions of others,
trying to comprehend it all,
though as soon as a glimpse of it comes close enough to touch;
It vanishes,
like a flickering end scene of a movie once enjoyed.

Snip the threads, string by string,
they won't remember you, silly little thing,
cut the pictures, erase the letters,
burn the pieces, it's all for the better,
destroy the evidence, destroy the past,
eliminate everything, save none from the blast,
simply forget it all, bit by bit,
they're done with you, have had enough of it,
delete the memories, good and bad,
delete all that you've ever had,
vanish from life just for a while,
they'll still go on, they'll still smile,
just snip the threads, string by string.
They can't remember you;
Silly little thing.

Dive deep into the abyss of the night sky,
or perhaps the never-ending deep of the ocean,
the darkened atmosphere on a rainy day;
A shade always known but never remembered.

Imagine the feeling of loneliness,
never fitting in anywhere, even though you belong,
always mistaking you for someone else;
Never getting to be yourself.

Gaze upon the deepest hue in midnight irises,
their delicate petals showing it well,
a beauty in nature not often seen;
Always a wonder to behold.

Reach into your mind and pull out the pigment,
of your third eye, intuition, blackened wonder,
never a favorite, so complicated,
yet between these blues and purples,
it is certainly my favorite of all.

Come with me child, I'm gonna pull at your heartstrings,
it will amuse me greatly, destroying petty things,
look at how your blood flows, such a beautiful red,
now, my dear child, get right back into bed.

Run, run, my darling,
run, run, away from me,
hide, hide, my sweet,
hide, hide, from dear old me.

You can't escape now, precious, time is drawing nigh,
all can tell from the looming, raining sky,
you've got nowhere to go now, so sit right down,
quit wasting time trying to turn things around.

Hush, hush, my darling,
hush, hush, through the night,
stay still, my sweet,
the ropes will hold you tight.

What do you think you're doing, girl, everything is fine,
don't worry your little head, dearest child of mine,
there's nothing you can do with demons in the house,
so you'd best keep quiet, docile like a mouse.

Shut up, my darling,
shut up, my sweet,
there's no ray of hope now;
You belong to me.

The clouds decided to cry this week,
so I went outside to wander lost yet not alone,
for everyone leaves the sky when it's sad;
They don't comfort it or ask what's wrong,
instead they just walk away, go inside,
wait for it to be over.

Walking through its falling tears,
I become a gentle, delicate soother,
knowing well what it's like to be avoided,
at the times you need everyone most;
My whispered thoughts are sent to a darkening shade,
for words are not always needed.

It matters not if thunder rumbles, lightning flashes,
I get struck, thrown back, die,
so long as I get to give to it what I had not.
Slowly, the tears come to a stop,
washing away my blood from the pavement;
With a smile, I blow a lonely kiss.