I stumbled through the cold dark streets, the wind caressing
My bare, blue skin.
I am exhausted, barely standing as the ****** is near.
I kneel before a riveting sight - the gleams of the dim moonlight
Cast its rays upon a bed of flowers.
The pallid petals brush my skin as I gasp for air.

It is frozen.

A symphony plays - my final chords
The songs of the angels of oblivion
As they sing in unison
Their unspoken words.
The haunting melody of a soprano chills my fractured spine.

My head hurts.

In this artificial world of selfish habits.
Her intentions were laid bare.
Stinging sensations linger as she laid her eggs in my head.

Merely an empty shell of her former self
She cut the roots that held her in place.
Desperate struggles,
Unanswered screaming,
Crawling her way towards me.

This was merely a realm I created,
An illusion I cast as the rose-tinted vision turned grey.
There is no light where the sun never existed.

The eggs hatch as I lay writhing in pain
The once vivid flowerbed drowning in blood and tears
As a monster laid motionless in front of me.
Where the moonlight once cast its light on but a barren field.

It is inside of me.