Creatures dancing under stars gleam, shining luminescence

s t r i p p ing their bodies
d
o
w
n         to the core
revealing
hearts so bare. Boats sailing away to seas so wide
               s t  r    e   t  c  h i        n     g
                                              o   u      t
to                  infinities endless. But some stretch wider than others, eclipsing
your shallow distorted view on reality.               Shift
your telescope just a little bit to the
                                                                                                 left,
challenge the
blankness between the                       margins like

you actually care.

Liberate yourself from the shackles of love,
dream and

PRETEND

nothing is
                                          everything.

And everything is
                                                         nothing.

Welcome to life epitomizing insanity. Hands  
              guiding bodies       this                   way

until black abyss swallows whatever darkness
remains. Darkness that peels away at your flesh with its unnerving stare as it
criticizes
demonizes you. I am Satan and I build  
             friendships upon
                   silver blades               and
                    fuchsia vials
  laden with venom for
eternal sleep. Let sleeps hands gently
carry you to clouds that absolve you of past
shadows so you can float on. No one will find you
no matter how much you scream screams fall on
deaf ears whose eardrums have been perforated eons ago.  

your voice has been stolen along with your wings, lying
torn and
shattered. You h
                        a
               n      
                g

                                hovered between the
past                                           and                                          nightmares
                                                                                           yet to come. But                                you stay there, forever a ghost

while time
         m
           e
             l
              t
                 s             a w  a     y
    
a strawberry Popsicle
bleeding freely down the
                                                 s
                                                i
                                           d
                                             e         of your face.
So go out
                            fold
your aspirations into paper airplanes
let
them soar
                       f  
                           r e  
                                 e   l
                                           y
before they crash land into
your graveyard, a collection of:

broken promises
unrequited love


*Dreams of what could have been