I walk, but I do not move.
The floor is solid, unyielding,
cold concrete pressing against my bare soles.
I do not remember when I began,
only that I cannot stop.
Above, a ceiling I have never seen
hanging like a sky too weary to hold itself up.
A sky of heaving darkness. Thick as tar.
Clouds so thick they devour the light,
so heavy they press against my thoughts,
shaping them into something I cannot hold.
The silence here is a living thing.
It slithers through the cracks of my mind,
settling into the spaces where hope once bloomed.
No whispers, no voices—
only the sound of my own footsteps,
dull, lifeless,
never echoing, never answering.
Pillars rise from the concrete.
Monolithic, ancient,
marble treaked with veins of shadow.
They stand like forgotten gods,
spaced far apart,
too vast to be real,
too distant to be touched.
And yet, they are nothing here.
Swallowed whole by the endless height,
dwarfed by the great and hungry dark.
They reach upward,
but they will never find the top,
just as I may never find a way out.
I call out, but the walls refuse to answer.
Are there walls?
Or is this an endless void,
a cage without edges,
a prison without a door?
I keep walking,
circling the same unseen pain,
dragging my thoughts like chains
across a floor that does not care.
And somewhere, in the thick of the silence,
something watches—
or maybe, nothing does.
And maybe that is worse.

The Leviathan is long gone,
Its colossal form swallowed by the sea,
A shadow in the abyss that even the depths cannot contain.
Its scales, once glimmering like moonlit armor,
Now slide against the walls of time,
Their echo reverberating in forgotten halls,
Where memory lingers
Like dust in the corners of an old room.
The air still trembles
With the ancient hum of its presence—
A song of weight and gravity,
Of something vast and untouchable,
A pulse beneath the skin of the earth.
Beneath the surface, the walls remember:
How the Leviathan carved its path through the dark,
How its breath made the waters part like curtains,
How its voice, low and rumbling,
Shook the stars from their quiet homes.
And though the creature is gone,
Its scale-streaks remain.
They sing in the wind,
Whisper in the waves,
Speak in the silence between each breath—
A haunting reminder of what was,
Of what still slips through the cracks of the world,
Echoing into the bones of all who listen.

Bring me all of your Pain
Your Fears
And your Confusion.

I will be with you at every step.

I remember taking us out to dinner
Back Summer time.
You thought it was the last dinner
We would have together.

You thought it was the last time
You would be seeing me.
I remember you digging your nails
Into your skin at the dinner table.

You dug your nails so you could keep yourself
From crying.
I gently guided my fingers under your hand
And stopped what you were doing to yourself.

You didn't resist.
Just prayed the tears wouldn't spill.
I coaxed your nails away.
Such impressions left in your thigh.

I did my best to assure you everything would be okay.
The pain in your eyes, I'll never forget.....
A guilt I still carry.
Try as you might, tears still ran down your cheeks.



Fast forward to Winter...
I was digging a blade
Into my skin.

I dug a serrated edge into my arm
Sitting in my driver seat.
Just prayed the tears wouldn't spill.

The panic attack was the worst one
I found myself gasping hysterically through
The past seven weeks.

As my skin broke, and bled
I could finally **** in
A deep burning pull of breath.

My world hasn't been the same
Since you cut me out of your life.
Since you detached.

I could finally see the road as I drove to safety.
Tears stinging down my sullen face.
...It's been a long time since Teeth and Talons have left their mark.

Reservation had me firmly seated.
Curiosity got me leaning forward.
Discovery took hold of my hand.
Enthusiasm rang in my ears.
Excitement and Joy had me laughing.
Nerves sent ripples across my body.
Jitters and Eagerness held me as lips locked.
Elation shortly follows as a sincere smile is recognized..
Adventure sits in the seat next to me as I drive home..
.. Confusion turns out all the lights...
Silence keeps me lost.. for days..
Worry leaves a chill I can't shake.
Anxiety wraps its hands around my throat.
Depression floods my lungs.
Eventually.... Anger erupts.

The hardest dose of
You don't know
What you have
Till it's gone

It couldn't be
Anymore
Painful
To swallow

No, I don't think
It was selfish of you
At all.

You were just
Following your heart.
While I was denying mine.

I wish I had fought for you
As hard as you
Fought for me..