Spindly needles of frost cling to weathered gold,
the leaf bends beneath their weight.
Fog rises, thick and silent,
branches sharpen into knives,
cutting through the pale dawn.

The old man carves his talent into time,
death murmurs near, soft as breath.
A girl with fair hair spins barefoot
through empty streets,
fires burn behind her,
crosses inked on skin,
tears etched in permanence.

Lovers, unashamed, kiss carelessly.
His blackened hands bruise her pale body,
purple blossoms bloom
as their hunger devours the moment.
Eyes like lakes, the old man watches,
proud, detached, remembering.

The memory thrashes—a storm of fists,
blood on teeth, skies collapsing.
Howls shatter the silence,
the price of another hit.
Alone, crumbling, he danced once too,
selling pieces of himself
to keep the night at bay.

Now it is all a dance,
the endless illusion of nothingness.
Pain and relief close their eyes together,
fingers frozen,
pressing against the glass
of a universe crumbling to frost.

The tide turned, soft as a breath,
pulling your words back into the sea.
I stood on the edge of your silence,
watching the waves erase you,
each moment vanishing before it could settle.

This sorrow crept in like f o g,
quiet, unnoticed, until it was everything.
Once, we were sunlight through half-open blinds,
simple, warm, unspoken.
Now, only the shadows remain,
stretching farther than I can reach.

The tide receded, carrying pieces of us—
the way your voice filled a room,
the weight of your name in my thoughts.
I turned away, not toward hope,
but away from the emptiness.
And behind me, the sea whispered,
This is where we begin again.

The hands of mercy, shattered by the weight of an invisible storm, secrete despair into the cracks of existence.

Petals torn from the soul's desert rose, scattered into the infinite wind, bearing the scent of destruction.

Words unravel, trembling, like wounded birds on a forgotten page, as if being watched by unseen eyes.

Her womb, a dark garden, blooms secrets steeped in shadow and fire, infidelity the key to its forbidden growth.

The drug, a serpent of cold synthesis, coils through trembling veins, pushing the mind above and beyond the limits of sanity.

An apology exhales, faint and futile, dissolving like potassium permanganate crystals in water, purple haze trailing into nothingness.

Above, fireworks fall, burning the sky with the grief of silent stars, destruction written in their fiery descent.