Lucid Under Sunlight

The yellow outside casts shadows,
Each step I take sounds a beat.

I aim to be a plane silently swarming this Earth.

Fate has only given me one shovel,
I'll dig on my own until I begin to descend.
A simple symphony to leave my fossil within the land.

A sweep across the bend, and nothing feels more secure
Than the grip of the wind.

I have tossed the key to the home I have come from.
Empty handed, I walk. I kneel. I seek.

Surpassing the limits of reality,
Like blockages in clotted arteries.

Nature leaves me with new eyes, every time.
I smile and thank the trees for sending shivers down my spine.

Dungeon Light

Our bodies tousled,
Exchanging body heat.
Pace quickening,
Slide of your grip.

Pinned to your cradle.
Cage me in, there is nothing better outdoors.

Against your expiration,
Is a pleasure creating completion.

Magnetic forces, grind. Prepare to release.

Your bones to be crushed, break inside my hand.

We have awoken in the company of midnights memory.
Filling gaps and spaces, silk building into our skin.
Absorbing the cells of one another,
It ends in cymbals thrashing.

It's time to press the repeat button, darling.

Burnt Out

The frost kicks in, and kills the heat.
Every ability starts to feel dysfunctional.
Even the ability to breathe.

Everything real starts to feel like a lie, and I wonder if it's me included.

Every feeling starts to feel like nothing.

And nothing is alive anymore.
I say sometimes that I wish I could stop existing.
Stop sleeping.
Stop.

Battling the same situation, the same questions in unending circles
takes the power out of you.

And like a light, I have burnt out.