Ahh!

What do i write? Of the demons that hide under my skin? Of the spirits that haunt my dreams within? The ghouls that wander when I’m sleeping, singing lullabies, weeping. I’m not alive, I’m not dead but I’m right here, enough said.

Daydream

I’m stranded Walking the thin line between memories and regret. The land I tread upon, frail like a leaf that has dried; caving in, the subsidence is evident. Every step I take pushes me nearer to death; every flimsy breath fills me with hope, to wander further ahead. The sun has mellowed down, the dunes…

Come on in.

I’m thinking of the blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have stories that hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is…

Hope.

The morning sky hides behind the night; a never ending wait For the knight in golden armour, hoping to be saved again; The flowers live on, oblivious to their unpredictable fate. The lands, so barren, await the long lost rain. Birds search for grain, predators yearn for prey; Answers abandon questions, The hopeless kneel and…

Bird in water

Sail away, little birdie The skies have abandoned you Times change, don't you see? Tears won't do you no good Through these waters, Make your way Hang on tight, Don't you wither away The sapling has fallen It'll take you home Follow the tide Until there's no hope