There's a devil in the corner of my room who waits until I fall asleep to kiss my cheek and bid me goodnight. During the day he cannot reach me because he is, as stated previously, a demon, in all its magnificent glory.
But he's not bad, not for me.
I tell him all my secrets, I tell him of all who looked at me with eyes I can't interpret. I'm trying my best here, and I think this four legged creature is the closest I'll come to being loved.
my face is an open casket; hear it recite obituaries and watch the mourners cheer and throw wild roses at my feet; it's where the rot has started spreading — like whispers. like applause. rising, until my skin resembles raw obsidians until i am no more.
watch me hang from the ropes — in hypnotic grace, like suspended light flying, swaying. a circus freak. a certain state of decay. watch me fall: a weightless, motionless thing in the shadows.
yet the curtains fall and mourners leave one by one — their wrists, stamped with lilac ink.
a vigil. a funeral.
a freak show and its curtain call.
lay a cloth on this open casket. i do not want to be seen anymore.
The angel of death once eclipsed our goodbye Embraced you within a golden abyss marked with our glistening eyes I’ve pictured this conversation more times than I testify Yet a chance of it occurring leaves me mortified For there’s a sweet escape in lingering within stolen time Before your demise feels real allows me to bathe in a tempting crime.
Regardless, this hollowed illusion comes to fracture Present now a past but my life plays backwards The gravity of reality cascades upon me Trapped in a realm of denial unable to be set free Although I am the creator of this melancholic fantasy The price of release means a lifetime of apathy
Instead, I extend, and live within a conversed eulogy Attempting final goodbyes laced with ambiguity. - epiphanyofwords
Hymns of chaos are all my vocal chords sang, while the blissful sun approached the morning. All I could feel was ebbing darkness, fading away and carting my hope away with it oh hymns of chaos, sung in sweet harmony ! How your notes blend with the climate of my melancholy!
It's been a while since I visited this app. Alot of activities and happenings prevented this, but I am back! It's nice to be with my colleagues here again.
My life train is passing through, Many stations. I don't know what exactly but they have some kind, Of temptation. May be one of them is, My destination. Regarding my feelings I really have, No explanations.