Naught but a firefly
A blink of patterned lure
Drawn in to fall.
Just as a moth
Believes the illuminant warmth
Called to burn.
Promises alluring
A pardoned reprieve
From sordid loneliness.
Lies!
All lies; embraced in silken thread
Fragility’s beauty torn to shreds.
Used when found weak,
A faux life raft
Suicide’s trap.
Brought on by hunger
An insatiable desire
To feel connected at las...
Spineless.
Claws that wander, talons that ponder.
A moment unwound and lost.
There’s at least a second pause in each sordid head… where blustery silence ambles in.
Caught and trapped amongst the bitter webs gossemar touch, you fear for what might become of you.
If it isn’t already too late.
Another searing day closes with slumping of pretentious shoulders, sliding the responsibility of...
Why try
When sadness comes my way?
When blue becomes the light
Suffocating the night.
When sadness comes my way
Beads of hopeless rain
Failing to drown; internal scream.
When sadness comes my way
Phantastical cage of fog
All but insanity.
When sadness comes my way
Naught but grave’s end
To greet what torment sends.
When sadness comes my way
Each cavern plunges deeper
Mining crimson f...
A little broken bird.
A little broken bird twitches with dying panic, unable to escape its gilded cage of barred cruelty, and unable to fully kiss the final slipping slumber.
Caught in a moment of duelling forces, the point where pressure runs deepest, that little bird bears it all.
It’s song long gone silent, it’s joyful morning call finds no reason to hail the rise of that glowing amber or...
‘Tis the nigh as we know it, the nigh that was promised is now bestowed upon us.
There is no escape alas, except to follow home that light.
That light of guiding blindness, and sound of hollow beat.
‘Twas not the thrum of the echoing surround that rung in our ears, instead ‘tis the sound of our very hearts as they turn over their last beat.
How many more must be laid to rest upon the c...
Ignore the one that whimpers
With obnoxious plea
For something better
And something worse.
In these moments
Of sundered greed
They surrender themselves
To the arms of devaluation.
They pay the meagre fee
In hopes of dividend return,
Alas, ‘tis not so,
For they do naught in good will.
At first it seems that
They have played fair,
And succeeded in
Retrieving and receiving...
Are you ready?
Are YOU ready?
No, like really ready?
Too late to turn back now, you are mile in already.
Come, this way.
This way, please.
Mind the gap, watch your step, and don’t bang your head!
That’s it, nothing bad will happen to you here… we are all watching you… very intently.
Now you have run out of time, and feel out of place.
Why?
Because you have, and you ar...
A mile…
That is all it takes to run out of time and feel out of place.
With each passing step, each tentative stride, you find yourself disappearing into the alluring strife of the fading tarmac river. No, it is not the colour of the bitumen that leaches away… it is the curse that winds the stone into searing tar… and eventually SNAP! nature takes back what is hers.
Your cracked soles di...
A blink,
A yawn,
A stumble,
And a trip.
Your eyes adjust to the gloom,
Nigh is dark, but space is darker still,
How far do you tread,
Before fear begins to crawl?
Bare soles giggle,
Toes buried in the crumbled rock,
Heels left to feel every unusual bite,
Pale skin turned ashen by the curious bed.
Wander you must, to find the way,
Though your mind knows not
What to seek, or to e...
You fly high, so I don’t have to.
It is you, and only you that matters.
Without you there is no plan… nor plot, only a wrinkle in the careful foundations that cast the eye into a fray.
And I cannot have that.
No, so you must play your part.
You will and you must, otherwise there will be consequences.
Yes, consequences.
And you don’t want consequences, do you?
Or… do y...
