I
Beguiling:
A life abandoned
Only to flee the battles
And deny they exist
II
What if we are all born mad?
Despite our frail nature,
Always on the brink of falling apart
We are born with a sickness that infects
With hopes for a future,
Dreams of a life lived
III
The echoes
Of tainted words
Speak misery
To the decaying mind
They carry the ache
Of a lost life
IV
It's entropy
As each part
of your being
struggles for life
But this universe
yearns for demise
It tempts you
with a promise
of transformation
Into something cosmic,
godlike
V
how I never recognised
the spaces you’ve carved
in my life
now that your imprints
are washed away
with tides
i’m overcome with loss
of what I never had
VI
Is there mercy
From this desire,
To destroy,
set the world alight
Yet you strive
To find hope in chaos,
Mourn your becoming
A monster that survives
In hell, trapped
You carved your own paradise
VII
The way you nestle within me
Like the cold of a winter night
Or the warmth of a glaring sun
You provide solace
But your love petrifies
The way it demands to be felt
VIII
The universe desires chaos
Its bones disintegrate
into dust, spread in this vast
space, reflecting the last glimmer
of light, before it extinguishes,
smothered
IX
i dream of cruelty
nightmares
but the guilt follows
me into the world
real
X
A dreary still sky…
The stars peek out in the night,
Bright! Then dark again.