And Still...

Photo credit: Blackman Whitelife

There is no air

For me to breathe

There is no light

To guide my way

The flowers don't bloom

My world is dark

Only my mind is bright

With pictures of you

That look in your eyes

Meant only for me

Chemistry binding

Skin mixed with sin

Soul and heart 

Spirits entwined

Until death do us part

But there was no death

Yet my broken heart 

Continues to beat

Even when there is no air

And still...

You manage to breathe

Lost Child

Fists grip

Edges of dread

Fear reigns

Cunning and baffling

Enticing me

Come and play

Let me warm you

Sip of this darkness

It beckons me

A lost child

Wandering among

Collected members of insanity

They caress my icy skin

Dampening my ability

To decipher

Truth from lies

The voice within my mind

Screams warnings

I’ve no desire

To comprehend

I’m dead

Yet I still breathe

Hunger thrums inside my soul

Throat aches for

Just one taste

Cravings clawing in my mind

Will finally cease

I’ll be warm

Until next time

Hope Dies

Cold in my watery grave

Darkness encroaches

Surrounding all sides of me

A familiar ghost keeps watch

Mocking me

Tattered threads of hope

Float inside this final resting place

Undying amounts of disappointment

Encapsulate my remains

Broken and battered

Damaged by my own hands

Cracks in my armor

Reveal vulnerability

My last appeal unanswered

Hope dies

Along with my heart

Formerly given

Without restraint

By me