The truth of the matter August 18, 2015

She's screaming. My arms, legs and the deepness of my torso hum with her buzzing. I feel the tingling sensation pulse and push at my skin. She's screaming. She screams every day and every night as I take my meds, she screams even louder.

I cannot sleep. I see outside but I cannot escape. The worm curls within, growing. I wonder will it explode inside me.

She's screaming, clawing and grasping the bars of my prison. I cannot sleep, she won't me sleep.

I won't let her sleep.

Guidance

Yes, she tugs at me. If she had a beginning then where is her end?

She wears the fur, her hide, brandishing under the moonlight. She wields the canines, equipped to render you cold and empty. She loves the furer, the wolf and the wolf is one with her.

It's all a riddle, wouldn't you agree and why.....why so serious?

It's just as serious as the darkness birthing a black bird into flight.

legends are birthed and legends will die...the spiral.

Purgatory

An growing void resides where you used to be. I bet you try your hardest to wish me away, but unfortunately you can,t. This means your emptiness is as great and as large as mine. You see the same chasm filled with fiery thoughts-cosmic colours and burning waves. I do feel your anger. It sits beside mine  and crawls, digs and screams for a way out.

There is silence; but there is always silence so suffocating. Like years before, I hear the cicadas humming. You hear them too. We're in the same boat, in the middle of the ocean but we do not speak. Your hands cover your eyes as not to be captured by my dark soul stealers-my portals to the way back to chaos. I never meant to dig for my monsters. I never meant for you to see me this way. No matter how hard I try, it's gone now. No matter how hard you try, you cannot escape. I cover my mouth so that I cannot tell you that urgent thing that has festered. My fingers fall into the current below...into the cold water lava. The boat rocks, the cold water laps at my fingertips and the chasm calls us back home. Night fall covers us in tiny twinkling lights. For a moment we forget and smile.

Raven

The Raven The Raven The Raven. A Mystery

Pfft...

"You want them, then take them."

She threw them into his face, while he frantically brushed the cold mud off his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

" I am giving you what you came here for, my images."

He was covered in his own filth. He was dirt, nothing more and she loved to see him squirm in his leftovers like a pig. She didn't hate him, she just felt used, awfully used and degraded. The thing is, it was all her fault.

He grabbed the photos and wiped the image with his dirty hands.

"This is not you!"

She smiled, "Figures you have seen me long enough. Let my visage burn through your memory with nothing more to stoke your filthy fires."

She put her hands on her hips and watched him fume. He was dreadfully angry but stared at her for a very long time.

He wished to remember as much as he could. He knew he would never see her again.

Cold- A Different Kind of Pain

Different...maybe so, and maybe not.