I
I yearn
To be nothing To be liberated
From a weight that binds
To what, I know not Tired of waking up to despair
This need to escape
Yet tethered with a flimsy rope
Do you see my distress?
I don’t care if the idea alone
Is devil itself
This ache to simply not exist
II
Wait!
Don’t come in,
Not yet
A moment, please,
I need to dust the shelf
It carries a debt
From my past
There are shadows still
Harmless, really
Just a lamp there
And lo!
The dark slithers
Hmm, that’s better
Okay, come on in,
I’ve set the stage,
Are you ready to play your part?
III
How many have you immortalised
In the poems, stories you write
Touched by your soul, oh so divine
Unknown to your muse (s)
You took their love, their life
And made it so fucking sublime
IV
Let's pretend
To be chased
By the silence of paradise
Maybe then
We will dare to be divine
V
When you touch my words
With your lips
Promise I will never change
Bury me alive
So I could never get better
But your kiss
Aches to have me forever
And a promise
Until then, I too shall remain
VI
A curious non believer
Impatient, impertinent fool
Where do you look?
Who do you search for?
Forsaken,
You are in this maze,
Of a godless universe
Your creation…
Your curse
VII
once I met a girl wild and shocking with her every word the world swayed bewildered she was revered in autels of love she had pitchforks aimed at her what became of her I wonder
VIII
I live an emotion
Yet unnamed
Incapacitating me
To spill what it does
In my chest
Just a pressure
A presence
That engulfs
All that is left
IX
Solus— I have lost
Much of my life
In fantasies of worlds
I could never touch
X
To those
Who see us smile
At the hate hurled
Often beguiled
Haven’t seen us live
The stories
Dream of worlds
Build cities in our minds
To escape madness
And abhorrence
We became gods
To survive