There was a world that fell away
A year and six months to the day
When life became the underworld
Each day a purgatory unfurled
As friends revealed their apathy
And love became the enemy
I spat and cursed and wept and bled
Thinking of the words unsaid,
The strength that used to overflow
Now lost to weakness, fear and woe
Alive but closer to the dead
Strangled by the darkest thread
Nothing left to leave a mark
Fading softly in the dark.

A burning house
So beautiful
In my dreams, every night
Slowly turning love
To ash
In the pale moonlight.

Though I scream & drag
life into broken lungs
There is no breath to be
found within. These
empty moments tick
without consequence
or meaning. Living is a
state of mind without
desire we pluck rose
petals for the ******.

I hear their voices, raised
in joy—merriment
A singular enrapture
Golden throated
days of summer.
How could you disown such love?
I hear their voices,
Tho that is all.

[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.

tired expectation
Once as a life
Struggled on
In search of silver hearts
& sober conversation
Now fettered
Against the bedposts
Drowning
Beneath the covers
In remembrance to burning loves.

In contrast to my heart —
The days are warm
Sunrays wreak kind destruction
Upon just and unjust
Without favour
          or consideration.

The sickly light bathes us all
Without mercy
Exposing those
         who wish to remain hidden.

Winter in my heart, Summer eternally.