• Morning Sight

    I feel its weight in my chestwhenever I see it—potential, drained into pure nothingness.I wonder. How can something so full of life, so saturated with love,stand so daunting, so hollow?I hold on to the thought that it may be a false impression,that it’s not this simple,that nothing can be this simple. And yet, every single…

  • Lost in Translation

    The Fragment that Wants it AllI see it in every word.You bleed a hollow buzzing,hoping it will reach its audience.You deny its pain.But I believe you.And yet, between every syllable,you pause,grasping for breath.The Fragment that Keeps Track of Time“What does it mean?” you ask.“The passage of time? How does it feel?”I nod off,knowing too well…

  • A Single Thread

    To undo every traceTo silence a name that never was.To sever any tiethat dares weave my name with another.To extinguish the light that reveals the lustin the eyes of a pale visage.To deny all claims that seek to refine the soul.To unmake,To unname,only with retreat.To leave the stars blindto the passage of a bare horde.To…

  • A Cog

    Who needs the complexity of self when you can be a function, a cog, a reliable machine? Let work strip away the parts of you that hurt, those parts that doubt, those that want. Let it hollow you out until there’s nothing left but a blank slate, a person reduced to pure output. No more…

  • The Life I would’ve Led if I were Dead

    I exist everywhere and nowhere, in the quiet spaces between breaths. It’s a life without footsteps, drifting through sensations—soft whispers of conversations never spoken, an endless current that carries me through places without ever touching them. I slip in and out of moments, never altering their beauty. I am the pause in someone’s sentence, a…

  • I hold their wrists with one steady hand,Fingers encircling pulsating veins,Blood surges up their arm,Numbness travels, heart to heart,Reviving every fiber of my soul.Neck arched, I meet their bleeding gaze,Wide pupils, alien now,Skyward I look, body still,Muscles clenched, their heat buffeting my neck.My grip tightens, skin liquifies,Precipitating on theirs.

  • Dedicated to a Slave

    Numbness courses through my spine as I vision life and all that I’ve adored,A maze of grandiosity, where paths are plagued by an infested horde.A crimson beacon straight ahead consumes my field of vision,A hypnotic wave that commandeers, influencing each decision.I exist beneath the red light’s glow, entranced and docile,When distractions vie for my attention,…

  • The One

    Once came the one who spoke so plain,  All potential was theirs to drain.  An unnoticed self, warmhearted and soft,  With every word, our burdens aloft.In silence, they touched what I dared not show,  I forever wonder, what is it they saw?  My bleakness, the nihilism in my eyes,  The stillness, a glimpse into the world’s cries?Cosmos separated our two souls,  Aware…

  • A spark

    A spark of light ignites with every word,every breath,a silent screamechoingin my nonexistent soul.There is more,I can see it,your mouth opens,a whisper of despair.There is more,it quivers on the tip of your tongue.Tell me,I’ll know.You sigh,you walk away,each step a retreat into the unspokenAn ache that lingers between our fleshIn the stillness,I wonderI saw itBut…

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