Sylvanashala

Reach out, blindly fearing hoping to brush the warmth of your fingers, your hand. It is not to be. Only to be met with emptiness, vast nothingness. Choking on breath, words stick like rocks in my throat. No choice left, tears slip beneath salt-crusted lashes to mix with the sea. The abyss yawns below, lit only by those deep dwellers. Welcoming me back. I sink further into my Ocean, into the fathomless dark. Wicked teeth, needle sharp bared to me in a rictus grin as i drift ever deeper.

Black heart Bright mind    Slice this silver soul    Spill the crimson Wash my feet In this fading flow    Grant me life    Ever more

So hard, so hard . . .     How much more do you plan to throw?     Hit me with? Much more and i shall     crumble and break. Battered and sore, let     me just have peace. A moment to simply Breathe.

Sitting across from you    armed with my pen and my coffee blindly staring through the window.    My silent gaze traces imperfections in the flawed pane, searching for inspiration once more.    You haven't been such for a long time. My words are finally free of you         aren't they?        You think i hate you,    you're wrong. You feel i don't love you    and this time you are right. There is nothing i think of you    nothing i feel.       

Why am i always the heartbroken one?  Always giving, always suffering always in pain. When will my tears end?  Surely someday my Sea will run dry. I don't know how much longer  i can go on like this, outside your oblivious bubble. I understand already,  so i guess i don't need to be let in . . . But it would let me know  it's not all a futile wish. That i'm not broken for naught.  That i'm not Unrequited.

Soft silver glow     shrouded by clouds         half glimpsed shadows. Warm gaze hidden     by a silken curtain. Hungry touch whispers     skin against skin. Love me, Love     or Hate me         please Take me. One Last Time.

The sad songs, the dark ones, the killing ones. The songs that tear your heartstrings out by the roots to throw them pumping and bleeding to the piranha. These, these are my favorite, the ones i could listen to all day long. They keep me company when i'm alone in the dark. Ease my pain, when the tears are so thick they're blinding, and the throat so tight i cannot breathe, much less scream. They make me bleed when i am frozen and numb. Make me feel the hurt, remind me that i yet live in this unforgiving place. They keep me sane when i am otherwise. Hold me grounded when i would float away to nothingness on cloud nine. So..... The sad s

The flame of my heart died slowly, embers fading, glowing softly in the dark. My dark, of which I am so familiar yet still find so strange. Frightening creatures of my creation carry pieces, into the inky depths as the last spark is snuffed out. Then you smile. My reflection shattered, piercing the velvety blackness with your brilliance. Lighting once more the barren plains and squalid oceans of my soul. Your life giving Sun, driving back shadows which seek to devour me. Bask in your warmth, lighting my face, renewed. Ashes catch burning bright and cheerful. But there, lurking beyond the firelight, hidden. The darkness wai