The dark reaches past the veil
As lanky tenebrous nails trail
Down pallid moribund flesh,
Aghast of a heavy rattled breath
Crimson paints over charcoal knuckles
As death reaches to ***** the light.

Many question the existence of the phantom,
for its childish, almost keen judgmental eye on humanity,
engaging itself in their lives,
sharing solace with the suffered ones since not all tears are an evil,
or scratching sadistically its claws on their backs in malice.

For the specter cannot fully grasp true human essence,
its sole purpose woven into a grander scheme,
belonging to those who appreciate oneself,
the presence of a lifeless entity consuming more and more.

In a dire predicament it's on the hunt for friends or foes,
as time thickens, space thins out,
once a harbinger of terror,
now becoming its own prey, slipping out of reality,
as the phantom reaches its claws out to daylight,
for it shall not be forgotten,
nevermore.

Tell me why you left me here to rot,
the hole in my heart stretching out to the sea’s surface,
veiling a silk-made sun.

I’ve been anticipating your return by the shore across the nameless sea,
but when even the fog’s hive dissipated,
I could not bless my very eyes with your expected arrival.

My fingers trembling, turning numb from the chilly wind,
all blood within slowing down,
yet whenever I think of you, my fervent passion’s rising.

Now, truth be told, the draining cold gets the better of me,
the sheer heated thought of you dealing with the raging death battle,
wishing you would find me in all this unbearable mess.

If only you came sooner.

In the blink of an eye,
everything that was once purely promising,
was lost to its most formidable and unforgiving foe,
change.

She was once a survivor,
now a compromised victim,
her lifeless body laying on the echoing crosswalk,
leaking into a puddle of artistic passion and time.

Now, sluggish snow crystals fall, singing goodbye,
sheathing carefully a blanket over tender flesh,
while I give in to her frozen embrace,
desiring to linger across timeless ages,
waiting for change to grant me passage into her soul.

You need not see the bride’s snow-white gown twice,
conquering every single piece of the endless blood-red carpet,
including all gazes,
even the lurking ones,
made from pure evil within.

Cherishment here and there,
as time gets ****** in,
sinister bolts strike through dense crowds,
witnessing a soon falling angel.

A chilling scream echoes,
hinting at the ever-watchful walls,
muffled whispering mockingly in a hush,
blending red and white altogether,
pink blood webs rooting beneath her feet,
shadow falling across the black velvet.

Shimmering grey stone walls, cuddling next to each other, carrying passionate raw carvings among them like fairy lights.

Shared moments, linked laughter, exhilarating talks till dawn, embedded in your initial, glowing brightly, last summer's day yet again.

That day, I vowed my allegiance, my love pouring all over your hair, falling like rain, nourishing the past.

I come back often when I think of you, when I caress the cold dusted initial of yours, while mine lingered in the shadows, dissolving into time.

Only the wind remembers what was lost. Our secrets gliding, dancing throughout the cave.
If only my eyes could find you one last time before I chain my flesh under the dying light.

i hate you for not liking me
for the way that you ignore me
subconsciously, i know i'm beat
you gaslight me so subtly

just know that i have had enough
you hit my limit, and i changed
i'm much too tough, like jerky in
the hands of teething babies

whatever is whatever
do you sense the carelessness?

honestly,
i feel powerless
like a meteorologist
who mispredicts
and makes a wish
to change the weather
to fix his predicament

he can't deal with it,
but i am different
i don't run away
from how i feel

acceptance of rejection's
my best option

i think you
think i'm rotten

i understand, and
i think that's valid
my mind deteriorates
like week-old salad

but give it some time
even if, right now,
you see no reason
to trust me

you'll come to find
that i'm an alright guy

just know that i
can feel the vibes

whatever is whatever
that, i won't deny

but, still, i want to
feel some pleasure

it's ironic how cathartic
being honest is

it's kind of nice
to say whatever's
on my mind

i guess the pleasure's mine,
but whatever is whatever,
so either way is fine

you treat me like a
red-headed stepchild

we never connected
with an umbilical cord
but, still, you managed
to cut ties

you're toxicity
is bad for me

goodbye

goodbye

goodbye

it's sad that you'll see me later
probably in no time
i have no follow through
i'm not resolute
but whatever is whatever
that, i won't deny

Above the black, I'm trapped beneath the white.
Time slips away, past my distracted sight.
My mind, clusters all of my pain and my fright,
They tangle as one with life's cold endless night.

I reach for stars that used to guide, used to teach.
As I Begged for my cleansing while soaking in bleach.
I trusted in the magic of the moon, now I see.
It's nothing more than a rock, that I know I can't reach.

My Quantum perceptions, once clear as the day,
Elude from my vision, like dreams, they drift away.
Every feeling is just harsh. Each thought runs astray,
My body outlives the suffering my spirit's slow decay.

Hung swaying, for all to see, can't live a disguise.
My Agony is screaming, but at a deaf, silent sky.
Through fractured, foggy lenses, I see only hidden lies.
The cosmos entrapped behind the cage of my eyes.

Emotions do not live past the span of human life.
The universe continues, far past our demise,
To a divine destination. Our progress will be forgotten.
Emotions deemed redundant. Our egos will lay rotten.

All else has true purpose, even without eyes to see it.
Or emotions to feel it. Or belief to give it reason.  
No matter who believes it. Time lives, never freezes.
An endless puzzle shrouded by he, who designed the pieces.

I struggle just to get clean cause my demons are not leaving.
I have fought for a belief, to find there's nothing in believing.
Something stealing all the meaning and replacing it with feelings.
Terrored dreams keeping me screaming, pleading with the ceiling.

There was stillness, all was held in place.
Untouched beneath the world’s design.
Particles drifted in quantum space.
Slates unmarked by hand or time.

Trauma struck as it cracked, it would stir.
The mind betrayed and the self, unmade.
A tremor passed like my whispers slurred.
And from my depths, the void would invade.

fractured pulses spread and came apart.
The fixed quantum law began to bend.
Reality unravels, alongside the heart,
broken strands of thought began to descend.

Screamed echoes take a visual shape.
Waves collide in the fractured pulses.
What once was whole, begins breaking down.
Protections kept, now stripped from their holsters.  

Energies spin untethered, unbound.
The self just dissolves, with no grip to keep.
The sky starts crying with quantum sound.
as shadows stretch by a time growing deep.

The mind, a mirror, shattered and gold.
Reflecting a new empty void from within it.
Each thought disperses and shatters its mold.
Where once was trust, now grows resentment.

A field of force has been left unstable.
Blackening a heart that is no longer true.
Where once was love, now hate fragmented.
The self, adrift. Forced to weather through.

In my withering thought, the echoes still roam.
Their dreamscape heaven has been swept away.
The pulse of life now hardened to stone.
My silhouette dwells in the shades of gray.

And still when my skies cry with quantum sound,
The whimpers of essence frowning frail and thin.
The hope that was pure can no longer he found.
The self is restricted from all it might have been.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦