Often objects just cease to exist
like you, my lovely box of lies...
The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...
This would be the longest night I guess?
Or better state, my longest sleep...
Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...
Black mascara runs
down my forehead...
Self isolation
Heart burdened with grief...
Wishing to kill,
You have turned my life around...
Clinging onto a fragile existence,
Begging God to forgive many sins...
Touch the morning,
A glimpse of rain...
Who is scared of enemies?
when friends are there to harm you...
Our castle in the sky
Broken windows let you in...
Puddle of red,
Blocks of gray...