Dark Side of the Moon

When I walk, I walk alone; The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,and from what I knowmy tears, sometimes, water them; I doubt if they are fond of me,if they appreciate my presence,or, if they can’t stand me, can they? Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?Do …

Shadows

What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …

The Leap

The Sun is shining down upon your brow, making it gleam until it shines enough to deserve your glory.  The grass under your feet is tender- as tender as this newborn beginning of your life-long journey. Tender enough to be cradled to the glee of their greens.  The path ahead is unbiased, unforked- leading you …

Cages…

Our history has known cages; Of all kinds and characters. The one with bars of gold And the others with floors of dirt. The ones which held the innocent And the others which freed the ghouls. But not very often, When you walk through the pages Of your own history, You land up Imprisoned. Imprisoned …

Dawn

The night smothered you, With the smoke that rose above, The burnt remains Of your tender heart. Now… Now, your lungs ache, Your guts lie, Tied in knots, Churning, Wringing your life out of you. Coiled like a foetus, Drenched in tears, Is that you? Who carved these scars Deep… in the tenders of your …

That fire…

When I walked through…. Fallacy… The heat of these dancing flames... it feels like a taunt at my crimson wounds. The sly scarlet mocks my fears...as I stand here, in front of this great wall of fire. These flames...they rejoice their might, they celebrate their terror. They laugh when they prosecute the innocent, they frown …

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