I’ve been so scared to write something like...
Base it on a problem, base it on a wrist...

A sheet of blue,
Stillness...

I see the world for what it is,
And yet my eyes feel glazed with hate...

So long she saw it, profound within a shadow,
A window, a slumber, never reached, occupied by a...

Grateful that that small light never pasted,
In a jar its now faded and never will last...

Nightingale in the night time sky,
Elbows steady, on the windowsill...

A tranquil presence of frost and coldness,
A misery of an unknowing world...

Im in no need of another organism,
Im in no need of anything but my own hands...

See my evil, you say its clear
You rank me down, you never want me near...

Why was the closest sound to my ears not my own...
Why inside my head did these whispers intensify...

Blank paper in the wind,
Beaten, torn...

Past the endless elusion in which all of it...
Imaginations and creativity a borderline...