The night seized prisoners of sleep. Even those with the mangled minds. Put to slumber the mutilated memories. Their persistence will be sure to further torture me. The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep. There is ecstasy of quiet after her disillusioned screams I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon. To metamorphosis back in time. To the days she had a healthy mind. Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
As quickly as a memory is made, another can be devoured by yesterday. Digested beats of my heart. They exchange, days drenched in sweet heaven for days that stab of sharp pain. But some moments forever remain. Heart stains find permanence in my brain.
Remembering a time when I was sane. Before the age of seize at the mere sound of your name. Awakening euphoria in my brain. Stirring places devout and deep in my veins. Yearnings nestled in my membranes. That persuade my entire soul to be haunted a sweet insane. The pleasure is...
Twilight has a blowsy face. A rubicund burned horizon. The euphoric pink sight seeps into my mind. The primal color of yearn. The sun's fuschia blood. Behold the garden of night. Patiently waiting black buds with wombs of starlight.
"Hope is the last thing ever lost" - Italian proverb
Hope. And what if it is lost. Call to it to come back. It will come even in the face of terminal blackness. Walk into the ravaging dark. Fall apart so that you may find, Those long lost moments that made you shine. The fireflies of the mind. That flashing glow somehow soothes things gone out of control. Save one in a jar in your soul. Hope. The magic light that ignites internal growth.
The shadows have darker shadows on the path unknown. Surrounded by people, I'm always alone. No passengers on this journey. On a starless night odyssey. To find the known in my bone. Coated in the resilient sparkle of lessons learned. Pain is purpose revealed. Nestled deep in the horrors is buried the zeal.
Emotions brightly simmer, flare and then settle down. Feelings now lack fuel, drop like lifeless leaves to the hearts chilled ground. Where they fall is where they fall. There is no order that I recall. Absorbed back into the crevices of my heart's broken soil. After their phantom drag and ghostly crawl. Whispering the lonely sound of a haunted girl.
The maple blushed with crimson orange leaves, that refused to promise to stay Days came. Days went by. What feels long is when time flies. One day she looked to behold the now empty bark frame. That relinquished it's autumn flame.
The crabapple tree's barren bark was blemished with dangling berries. The approaching winter's attempt at merry.
Is a tree in denial it's leaves will sever and fall? Or does it accept the voyage to death must first enthrall.
You. You are. You are the sparkling cartilage deep inside the core of my bones. You inhabit my hallucinations when I'm alone. You line the membranes of my brain. You are inside the vial, I shoot into my veins. You are the savory meal on my plate. You are the thing called fate You fill the hole, inhabit the void. You are the puzzling connecting piece, the other half of my aching soul.
The universe bled profusely. Oozing orange light. The sleepy sun, a glowing tangerine sight. Only to be glimpsed through carrot colored leaves torched bright. On gaunt trees that haunt the approach of night.
Time sits in the golden dusk of the field, gnawing away the days. Hungrily it consumes our lives, the shaded moments that didn't count or failures to strive. Extracting and devouring even the thickest honey of happiness from the soul's hive. Break away memories from the edge of the day, crumbs left behind make our bellies ache. For the non- memories, things we wish we had done. Thinking there was a million more sun's. The echoes of all that was left unsaid, a lead burden, if only a mind could be read. I must not waste a moment of time, ...
I left my heart aching in awe. In the care of the giant towering mountains, that deafen even the crow's callous caw. A collection of a million stolen breaths. lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon. To rival the most peaceful of deaths. Stoic peaks salute to pierce the cloud barren sky. It is here that exists not a single why. Maybe just an invitation to climb. Or to stand varnished with astonishment as the rising hunks of ecstasy seduce my humble eye.
I have arrived. In the spaces between everything. Suspended in both the sweet bliss and stark horror the nothingness can bring. I've searched and scoured the astral plane for pieces of you. But your energy remains like a strange galactic dew.
Or do your soul's remnants exist solely in the confines of my mind? Is the universe really that unkind? Don't answer.
There is never definitive proof that there is more. I'm tangled in the eternal dissection of the mysteries that hound my core.