welcome to my hell-house.
good evening,
shall ignite my soul.

curtains of wonder,
veiling my insecurities-
afternoon-evening-midnight-drawnbreaking;
am I alive, or
a mere slave to my consciousness?!

winters are my favourite season-
winter cold and late-night bones.
romanticising the
tiny, lovesick gestures.

I miss all my
ghosts that are gone.
hiding behind
every fold of clothes,
every shadow.
every panic attack,
every dawn.

I miss
the gentle strokes of wind  
on my dry cheeks of nightmares.
but not the suffocation.. *******..
figures drooling
over the black walls,
the red-yellow strips
of brain-freeze whispers.

goodnight,
dancing fingers
of gruesome passion.
goodnight,
world of
pretty, bleeding faces.
mangled veins of amber.
~A