The Cursed

In the bleakness of the dark night
as the depths of your reflections glare
pain illuminates the walls
as the stench of weariness envelops your home
pining until flesh rots off your bones
for just a glint of sunshine from someone’s eyes
hoping it will save you from your soul’s demise


I’m sending my condolence. I’m sending my condolence to fear. I’m sending my condolence. I’m sending my condolence to insecurities.

I hear you now

Without knowing, I’d ruined something beautiful and gentle. Something with someone who yearned to know me beyond my smile. Someone who desired to understand me as if we were one.

“Music is the way to the heart. Music brings people together. Music is the international language.”

A million hours will pass and your words will still be stitched into my brain. Never fading. I was afraid for you to see…me. To see what I felt about you and life. I lacked the necessary courage to drive out that fear. I was not brave enough to try.

But I hear you now as clear as the first day of Spring with an unforgivable bite of chillness. With a stillness, you’ll remain in tact in my mind. Never mined. Never mine.