was there even a sound?
tumbling to the earth
landing awash in our sins

one, two, three, or more
and then it's dark
bones taking root on the floor
then, a spark—
a little flicker, just enough
then bound in starlight

things are rough
but I'm gonna be alright

can you see the sunset over the hill?
grass long forgotten, now only a pile of bones

and the stars hang over this church of ours
do you remember their names?

a storm of smoke and flame
released by a violent, eldritch heart
ripped away from all I know
I watch the ashen rain
and the charred grey plumes
which tower over us
then nothing remains
by God.

the jade of my heart
an ever drifting sea of emerald
a soft summer breeze across
golden sands

november earth
and december snow
seasons of idyllia

stars adrift
shifting and searching, all for
a single rose buried
in a venemous cage

Echoing across my mind
A sweet harmonic symphony
Your voice, the melody

A rose blossoming
in the midday sun
And the light
that gives it warmth

A heart bound to another
A call across the sea
To a sinking vessel

Her crew adrift

tell me a lie.
tell me I'm beautiful
even if I'm not.

tell me a lie.
tell me you care
even if you don't.

tell me a lie.
tell me they chiseled the world in gold
even if it was stone for us.

tell me a lie.
tell me everything's fine
even if the world is burning down.

We bear the scars of fires

long burned out

And pray to ignite our own

to cast revenge upon the first

you are the eye
of the storm that

I watch and stare
and follow in

desperation
to live again

and I am the
wind that circles

around you I
empower you

but you don't look
or acknowledge

me you just keep
standing there and

be carried by
the hurricane.

Vines clawing out the heart
and breaking through the bark;
Claiming every broken soul
whose mind has grown apart.

Wind slicing open wounds
And winter splicing eyes;
A wood left in solitude
for countless empty moons.

If you find yourself lost
within these dark’nd depths;
If your fears gnaw you to bone;
It’s too late.