noyade

Our ship had taken on water. Long ago. Still, I wait, Bound to the mast, Blindfolded, Deafened, Gagged, Yet the lightning dazzles, The roaring of the storm does not cease, And the bloody tang of salt spray... My throat burns, As I cry for thee. Impossible.

Your Smile; My Smile

Adoration becomes you:Your grey eyes shimmer,Your smile is sharper,Your laugh is brighter,Your world seems better.My jealousy knows no bounds. I feel like a phantom pain,Sadness that lingers,Waiting for the day,That your happinessDulls to cruel boredom.Will you still be beautiful? I choose happiness,Let me be selfish,Just this once, oh God.

Stella

No matter how things were left between us, the phantom of Stella Alfieri will always linger in a quiet, protected place in my heart. She is my Muse, and for those rare moments when she is not somehow the source of every story, every tale, every lie I write, her mark is left upon the … Continue reading Stella →

Ghosted

Phantom thoughtsPhantom memoriesPlay out to meIn reverieA reminder for meWhat I was meant to beOr how I seem to beBy eyes too keen(or rather too blind to see)that what they perceiveIs a phantom of meIsn't meCan't beBecause I'm gone ghostedinterruptedfuture haltedtrapped on read.

Poisoned, Seek no Antidote

My mind is poisoned through and through, To leave me yet yearning for you. By these fingertips dipped in blood, Records our masochistic love, Haunting my every waking dream, Unfurling in a decade's scream, Choked down by a memory's kiss, Fey thoughts I have: a little misery is worth this, to feel less marks it … Continue reading Poisoned, Seek no Antidote →

Dark Mirror

I feel awake now,After this long winter sleep,Feeling lost somehow.The man in the dark mirror,I no longer recognize.

jealous

I can't stand her eyes,When they alight with passion,Thinking about you.It's an ugly thing, you see,The green envy within me.

Chaos and Tragedy

She loves chaos and tragedy: Preening suitors bearing presents, trying to fill her void. Dark candles and cigarette smoke, a taste of blood, the high. Bacchanalian revelry, Sex and violence, a sigh. Sepia phantoms moving in sad mimicry of life.

I slept for so long

I slept for so long,That my winter feels like forever,The cold that eats away at my memory,And the chill that settles in my throat,Stealing my thoughts and voice. I slept for so long,That spring is a long dream away,Locked away in a cold journal,Sketched in hesitant strokes,Forgotten in deepest inks. I slept for so long.

A Chilling Wind

A chilling wind blows,Cutting through the empty halls,Of malformed constructs,A lucid nightmare,Wrapped in held breaths,Mutters darkly,Behind our ear.