Through the fissures bleeds the sound,
A siren song of misery
In words a broken heart can't speak,
Drowning souls in melancholy.

Captured where the warmth has fled,
Shivering, afraid to break
The final strands of perseverance
Tying rationality
To bittersweet nostalgia.

Silent tendrils of temptation
Seeking naught but warm embrace,
Selfless, faceless, unintended
Frozen in our desolation.

Muted light, cast as shadow,
Silhouettes of life, forgotten —
Broken promises of self,
Manifest in longing.

Hearts wither,
Love remains.

Defying conventions,
Logic, and patterns —
It need not make sense
To bring happiness.

Given enough context
Little choice
Is still a choice.

Fair and square
Placing the self above all others,
Stale victories won
By the size of a wallet —
Worthless,
For they hold no meaning.

Stories told of those who passed
Cannot reflect what isn't known.
Who we become after we die
Is what we showed the world —
Even if it's naught but lies,
Like hope and innocence.

Spill tears for the living,
Spill blood for the dead,
Spill life for the system —
Waste time killing yourselves.

The music changed —
He heard the scene's end coming,
But did not want to
Turn the page
Just yet.

Don't give in,
You won't get out —
Despair takes no prisoners.

Each perspective, a depiction —
Every history is fiction.

Continuity
Until it ends,
Paradigm
Until it changes.
Only fools refuse to see
The undesired,
Until they can't.

Not all battles can be won,
Still, some should be waged anyway —
Lies draped in blissful ignorance
Cancel out truth
Nor its imminent consequence.

Like braille, my skin
Tells a thousand stories —
Every scar a memoir
Sharing nothing
With any of the others
But me.

Enough
Confines.

We can only do so much
To waste our time,
But at least we're thorough.

Strange days —
Pending change
Electrifies the nerves.
Feel the surge building
Past the point of no return.

Having lost everything,
Still they smile through life
As if it were a comedy —
How dare they make
Me
Look bitter?