in a town of darkness
she shivers and shudders in fear
afraid that the monsters lurking within her
would keep her captive
and she would never be able to taste
happiness
again

I didn't know that the weatherman would be so literal
The rain has fallen for the third time that week, typical
Left me quizzical
My mood was just like the weather, miserable.
Leaving this town would be a miracle.

(s.a)

The sweetness of honey.
The coolness of breeze.
The death in your eyes
Doesn't scare me.
The bright light is gone.
Its dark in the skys.
The scar on your face.
The black gloomy night .
I'm here now and then.
The blood in your hand.
The light in the dark
Has gone back to dim.
And now that you know
That one life is gone.
You turn and you flee.
Your mission is done.

I can see her smile
But no longer feel it

I can feel her touch
But no longer sense it

I can hear her whispers
But no longer heed her voice

I can feel her cold skin
But no longer feel her warm skin

I can feel her heart
But no longer sense her soul

I can hear her heartbeats
But no longer read her pulses

I can taste the bitterness
But no longer sip the sweetness

I can believe that she’s gone
But no longer conceive that she’s dead

I can no longer see the light
Because it got dimmed the day she died

I ask and you say nothing
You only tell me when it's late.
And the same thing kept repeating
Until I stopped and said no more.

You'd pass by me like time
And easily see right through me
Guess that's what I deserve,
To be treated as nonexistent.

Was I the first to avoid? To ignore?
I was always there for you.
I was your blue curtain
Now I'm just your dusty shelf.

I changed because you told me to
Followed the tracks to who you are
Now that you see what I've become,
You left me longing and wondering.

Here I am now, silently watching
As you enjoy; grinning and laughing
While I'm hidden in a faded corner,
covered in dust, insane and crying.

The old is rotting
my insides, my perception
I am not present.

February
take back your gloom
I am worth more
than sombre hours
and blue stained thoughts

4:57 am
I find myself wondering about him
The taste of his skin calling to me in the black
His sweet breath on the back of my neck, illuminating my insides
Hands finding each other and weaving unknown sadness together