poetry

possessed

Bright lights fill my eyes,

An angel rides these stars unto my void, 

A dress that clings to her with the passions of suns. 

Enter my abyss sweet angel,

In the dark,

Our humanity torn asunder.

She does not gaze upon my dark form,

A looming spectre haunting waking dreams,

One with the howling winds.

water

Take a deep breath, son.

Unfocus your eyes for me.

Look upon the sea,

Know that you can swim its breadth,

And live for the water’s touch.