Sarcophagus

Here is a girl.
Or rather, a sculpture of a girl,
Carefully chiseled by experience itself
And sanded down to precision over the course of many years
From a distance she looks human.
Her clothes, her hair, her bag on her shoulder
Blend her into the mass around her known as society.
But she is not a human.
She is nothing but a statue- unmovable, unwavering, stoic.
Her eyes are but mirrors, reflecting.
They reflect the faces and the emotions of those who pass by her.
They agree and they sympathize,
And sometimes they make people forget that by themselves,
They are emotionless.
They are only mirrors, after all.
And like all mirrors, they go blank when the image leaves.
Mirrors are deceiving sometimes, but they never lie.
Only the rest of her does.
Beneath her armoured skin lives chaos.
It spits and burns like bile,
Trapped inside its stone dungeon.
It churns around her insides like a venomous snake
And she fights it.
She lashes back at it, suppresses it.
Sometimes she manages to squeeze it so tightly,
It oozes out a substance that, only in the vaguest of senses,
Resembles happiness.
And only because it has nothing left to give.
This is the viscous substance that slides unwillingly out of her skin,
Into the outside world.
It too, is deceptive.
It is poison, but it makes her seem ever so slightly mirthful.
Thankfully, it is all the world needs to be convinced that she is an ordinary human being.
Ordinary. Human. Two things she will never be.

Me, Myself, and the Monsters In My Head

I'm back.
I didn't think I'd ever be
Back to the start
Yet here I am, once again
Fighting monsters in my sleep

I'm tossing and turning
Trying desperately
To cling onto the last glitter of night
Before my nightmare
Envelops me and drowns me
In its murky waters
Even though I know how to swim

What happened to my dream,
My beautiful piece of paradise
I held a glimpse in my hand
A moment ago
Now it's a broken shard of glass
That leaves scratches in my palms

If I listen closely I can hear
The whisper of sand
Fall through tiny cracks
Like the ones between my fingers
Stealing away the seconds
That make up the hour
That fall far too quickly into
The bottom half of the hourglass,
Into a memory.

So here I am.
Standing atop a mountain
Made of finely grounded happiness
Armed with only a sword
Hand-crafted from fragments of nightmares
To face the monsters in my own mind.

Set Fire to Fire

You.

You were never one for flowing words, but the love that dances within you does so with more grace and sincerity than the greatest poet could ever express. Like a fire, it knows no limits.

I.

I have always been drawn to darkness. I have always embraced its poisonous seduction and let the bitter smoke from its fires swirl around my fingertips. To me, fire has always been akin to power, passion, danger, rage, and destruction, because that is how my fires have always burned. I saw a pulse within those fires, a pulse I longed to blend with my own; a steady, glinting pulse that fed my fascination for their mystery.

You.

You, too, had that same alluring mystery, touched by the same anxious pulse. You drew me in and captivated me with it. I was spellbound by the passion that coursed deep inside your veins, accented by a hint of danger. You pulled me closer and closer, but as you neared my heart, I began to notice something. Your pulse had changed itself. Or maybe, it had changed mine. The sharpness of the power and rage that was so characteristic to the fires I knew was smudged away, replaced by an airiness I never thought I possessed. For the first time in ages, I felt warmth, and light. Somehow, to the darkness that once surrounded me, you brought a spark and let it bloom. And how it glowed! A new fascination washed over me, as I became engulfed in the light. All the beauty I had known in the dark multiplied itself by a thousand and all of a sudden I could see so much more around me, as the cloak of eternal midnight I had unknowingly wrapped around myself had disappeared. You showed me a world I never knew I could be a part of. It filled my eyes, and it filled my heart.

I.

I realize now that you are the sun to my cold, lonely moon. And reflected in your own light, I see your smile, a thousand times brighter than any sun. In your eyes I see the flame that now shares a duet with mine, dancing happily in your heart. That dance... I would never have known that one single dance could change my life so much; would never have known that you would be the one to come along and set fire to fire and create something beautifully new. I didn’t know this. But I suppose you did.

Dark Angel

Tinted angel

With darkened wings

You catch my eye

Then leave

Why is it that

I’m always left

With only a thread

Of mystery

You’re like a shadow

Like the wind

Quiet whisper of

A song

As soon as I

Open my eyes

To catch a glimpse,

You’re gone

You’re magnetizing,

Poisonous,

Unlike anything

I’ve known

Fallen angel

Like a rose

But in darkness

You have grown

Dangerous, sweet,

Masked wanderer

Step slowly into

My dreams

By my side

Like a silhouette

But too far to touch,

It seems

Prince of night

Come nearer still

Hold me in

Your gaze

Let me look

In your deep eyes

Let me learn

Your ways

Hypnotise me,

Steal my mind

As you have done to

My heart

Fold your wings

Around me

Make sure we

Never part