I stare at an end I cannot quite
See.
I can almost touch it.
Snaking souls rising into
Ink stained night.
Stars breaking through that
sense of dread,
Smothering.
Heels.
Clip clop down the halls,
Walking from room, to room,
Keeping Death,
Alive.
Pulling souls from the
Sky.
The world smells like rot.
The living already on the edge of
Decay.
Maggots of pain crawling through flesh,
Flies swarming around far gone
Minds.
They’re eyes gloss
Over.
I hear the clip clop of heels.
That sounds so very like,
Soldiers, riding into Death.
Bullets ready to break
Through.
The night.
Like stars.
I can feel the bugs in my skin
My eyes all glossy.
She comes to take my hand
And guides me into that dark night
So that I may spot the sky
With my… The
world beeps as I fade into
Oblivion.
A cacophony,
A harmony and melody
of heels and monitors.
The hells stop.
I feel a warm hand
So juxtaposed to mine.
It yanks me back to bed.
Out of the sky and back down to a
Heaven cast in pain.
A dance between death and
Life
A purgatory built on
Lies
That everything will be okay…
I was always scared of heights.
No one told me the true terrors
existed far closer to
Home…
Birthed in a place
Between de a d a n d
A l i v e …
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
I stare at an end I cannot quite
See.
I can almost touch it.
Snaking souls rising into
Ink stained night.
Stars breaking through that
sense of dread,
Smothering.
Heels.
Clip clop down the halls,
Walking from room, to room,
Keeping Death,
Alive.
Pulling souls from the
Sky.
The world smells like rot.
The living already on the edge of
Decay.
Maggots of pain crawling through flesh,
Flies swarming around far gone
Minds.
They’re eyes gloss
Over.
I hear the clip clop of heels.
That sounds so very like,
Soldiers, riding into Death.
Bullets ready to break
Through.
The night.
Like stars.
I can feel the bugs in my skin
My eyes all glossy.
She comes to take my hand
And guides me into that dark night
So that I may spot the sky
With my… The
world beeps as I fade into
Oblivion.
A cacophony,
A harmony and melody
of heels and monitors.
The hells stop.
I feel a warm hand
So juxtaposed to mine.
It yanks me back to bed.
Out of the sky and back down to a
Heaven cast in pain.
A dance between death and
Life
A purgatory built on
Lies
That everything will be okay…
I was always scared of heights.
No one told me the true terrors
existed far closer to
Home…
Birthed in a place
Between de a d a n d
A l i v e …