Consumed

Deep sea of darkness,
eroding into fear.
Before panic,
last thing sought,
crimson drops of tears.
Cold endless night,
smothered by the fallen,
to paralyzed to be awaken.
Whispers.
Shivers.
Not nearly forgotten.
Knife in hand,
forced to be.

INNOVATION

Whistling of the wind, the tree limbs scraping against her window. As the day grows dim, a faint presence abides in her body, sending her into a cold shiver.

She lies there watching as a storm approaches, her body feeling tender.

Fighting an urge to rip off her flesh. The storm fades swiftly, the sky clears, the night turns crisp.

Panicking, pacing, stressing out of the blue, she starts to run and feels renewed.

Running through the moonlit field, shedding her garments, one by one. She feels lighter, more stealth whilst running.

Finding herself closer to the ground. While the time goes by she blacks out.

Finally controlling the adrenaline, she stops. She tries to weep, it's far from a mundane cry.

A shrill howl overcomes her.

Sitting, starring, howling, calling.

She tries to understand but her wit becomes part of the night.

Sins of a Darkness

Friction, addiction, contemplating the asphyxiation. Control of the sources, as the forces go deep. Deep inside my inner core, the vessels fade to black. Fading into the night, I sacrifice what could be right. Feeling the cold leaves beneath my feet, running from the only thing I've ever known. Suffering from the love, wanting the hate, my heart swells larger with such disgrace. I can't discipline the drive to loath, and bask in you. I hear you, smell you, I just can't stand you. Yet you hold me dear to your shallow empty heart. What is love envied by it's own hunger? 

So

I just made this for my poetry. I don't write much anymore but it's something :)