Where fragile dreams fluttered in the dim light of memory,
Angst and fear took root like thorny vines in a forgotten garden.
A tempest raged within my soul, clawing at the edges of my sanity,
Desperation made me whole, a strange and bitter comfort.
“Let me go,” I whispered to myself,
Softly, as if the night alone would hear my trembling voice.
“Let me flow in my own blood,” I pleaded, By thy hand, I sought release from the chains of my own making.
In my own blood I tried to find my freedom,
In my own blood I sought the silence of peace, the echo of an ending.
To remark.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
Where fragile dreams fluttered in the dim light of memory,
Angst and fear took root like thorny vines in a forgotten garden.
A tempest raged within my soul, clawing at the edges of my sanity,
Desperation made me whole, a strange and bitter comfort.
“Let me go,” I whispered to myself,
Softly, as if the night alone would hear my trembling voice.
“Let me flow in my own blood,” I pleaded, By thy hand, I sought release from the chains of my own making.
In my own blood I tried to find my freedom,
In my own blood I sought the silence of peace, the echo of an ending.
To remark.
