...The silence of midnight
beneath a relentless choking
moonless sky
brings a dream of
nightmares awakened by
the roars of a
horse-drawn chariot
driven by the
headless one
haunting me since dusk
Tainted amber skies, there
was this urge to flee
but there came a calm…

There was a lingering whisper in
the chaotic silence of his walk at
the edge of a dagger
He held my sanity
wounding a scar
bleeding from regrets
Closing into my ear, I
feel the vile from his breath
I closed my eyes
shutting the world from reality
but suddenly… lightning crashes
Ironically feels like
a soothing touch…

“I am you…

…at dawn if the sun won’t rise
we will build a fortress
and I
will leave you
six feet under
within the solitude of
delirium…”