Catching Up To You

It is in the night's darkest hours

That I come to life.

Watching the stars dance 

in and out of eyes reach

Watching the world 

close her eyes 

and fade out.

I imagine that you are here

running the streets with me

as I glide like a ghost

between street lamps

and the black pitch 

of night.

I hold your heart

close to mine

as I lay in the cool grass

-eyes to the sky-

imagining that you

are gazing at the same

universe 

My body shifting comfortably 

as the nighttime lullaby 

rocks me into a light sleep.

Dreaming of your being.

I cannot shake this thought

that we must be connected 

on a subconscious level

and that you see what I see

you feel what I feel

I am 

who you are.

But surely I will never know.

The first ray of sunlight

wakes me.

I gather myself back into the darkness,

and glide back home

as if guided by your soul.

Starlight

guide me

through the darkest

of nights.

Guide me

to my 

heavenly 

home.

Embrace me

as I succumb 

to your grace. 

Rest.

Tonight
I write

to the broken.

to the beaten.

to the Damned.

But most importantly...
-
To the survivors.



A cursed community
living in the shadows.
Among the liars,
the cheaters,
and the dead.

This world is too much for us.
And as such,
let us rest easily
in our eternal bed.

Rest in peace those we have lost.
Rest those who remain. 

Stained Glass Memories

The moment I realized

That I cared

more than you ever did

was the moment 

I bit my tongue

and wished

to go back.

Oh how we hold onto 

past memories 

like precious stained glass

I look out into the universe 

for someone 

for somethign

to tell me

You really cared.

 

But truly

All I have to do

is think back

to our last moments 

to know

you never did.  

And that's called moving on.

Lifeless

And suddenly

He breathes.

The torment will never cease.

The fear grows

in my fading

hours.

Fated

Hours continue to pass.
Another day faded into the past.

How many more must we lose?

Lift my chin.
Open my eyes.
I  cannot run from fate.

Insanity has a way of seeping under your skin
and into your mind
when you're not looking.

Like something of a nightmare
it comes to you
when you least expect it.

While you are at your most comfortable

It takes you
like a thief
in the night.

Come morning
your family
is left
picking up the pieces
that lay before them.

Shattered.