What is this.
Eyes strain to see anything in the soulless room.
Yet there are no walls to feel.
No comforting scrape of shoes as each leg is dragged to the next position.
So many questions float about.
Just out of hands reach.
It's raining now
Attempting to make this mangled carcuss anew.
Yet pieces fall away with each new storm.
Even a drizzle seems to steal what it can.
And although it reassembled with a little time.
Is it apparent that there was so much more some time ago.
Rendering all opposition useless.
Why must one fight if memory can serve no enemy.
So many..
Questions.
There can be nothing more precious.
Than the answer sought for so long.
Through a wasteland filled with the meaningless.
To come to a pitful hill.
And stare at the answer.
But for one so nearsighted.
The wasteland has just begun.

broken things
and broken wings,
a pitful melody the night we met,
the pure rhythm of a caged heart,
two strings on air my aching debt.

zeros falling from the skies,
a rosey rising,
new delight.
red, not darker than misleading eyes
that fall muted into arms at night.

Chaos baby,
your sweet heart of blue,
no more wishes into shooting stars,
no more ever lasting dreams of two.

Do you remember when we first met?
I said you were cute, like a bunny.
And you said I was mean, like a wolf.

Have you seen a wolf **** a bunny?
A savage figure tearing into
A pitful corpse
That doesn't even satisfy the wolf's
Hunger.

That's what everyone thought.
I was the beast that preyed
On innocent bunnies like you.

But I was soft at heart, like the prey they thought I loved to eat.
But you knew that.
But I didn't know
That wolves hide in bunnies clothing too.