i.
the other day i felt happy
today i feel empty
its like all my feelings drained out
and i tried to stop 'em
but they slid through my fingers
and seeped out
all gone...

ii.
i thought i knew who i was
but right now ive gone missing
an unknown soul
adrift in the world

iii.
on starlit nights, i look out the window
and cry into the darkness
i ask the universe who i am
and ask if it is calling
for i am here, answering

iv.
i still am lost
getting lost to not be found?

v.
its like a puzzle
some pieces are lost
but i am getting them back
...

Woven flesh knotted with the confines
of my inner plague.
             A misery of reflections that I would
wish never to gaze upon, as I'm my own
               medusa, confined in stone impressions.

And I transfixed upon my own morbidity.



But then you gave me a tattered box.
                    It's confines rattled like aged bones.
A melody of death sombre in its gifts.
                  I collected them and used the
              webs of decay to knit them hanging
                        like lynched memories swaying harshly.


With this chime of
                               syllable decomposition,
I heard your message.
That even though every gift is concealed in a darkness,
                                          there is always a moment
where its brighter than any luminosity given by the light.