There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted.....

"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poems that lurk in the darkness of my mind will find their peace on this digital paper.....
~Aizome~

Burning through

i may have grown
but my heart got left behind
[screaming and panting and screeching in despair]

my mind brushes itself in the mirror
chanting and wailing
[sweeping sighs and stars in its grievance]

your eyes eclipse my crooked masking
the illusion i've been weaving in the ashes
[of endless nights]

[of mourning and grounding]
[of dancing and sleeping]
of the years i've wasted

and the lips i've tasted

for my heart cried alone
for my mind to adorne
[the deep dark frights]

with the unholy lights

. . .

there is no redemption
for the human shells
so emptied by hate

with hunting innate

. . .

Beasts exist
and the worst are the ones
to slither within a soul

[melt it down, burn it to the ground]