Terror In The Night
It moves like a snake.
Ugly and slimy.
Charming and kind.
It talks like a man.
Rude and endearing.
Social and nice.
It's everything I want to be, everything I'm not.
Ugly, beautiful, gentle.
I think it worse.
- Useless Thoughts
The Vacuum Of Time
Day after day, it slips through my fingers, as cut and scarred as they are.
Day after day, it falls and blooms.
Day after day, I grasp, I beg, I cry for more.
Time is fickle, it is stretches and snaps.
It is cruel, it is kind.
It is a special kind of dichotomy.
As people...
Fear
My breath stops.
My chest seizes.
My limbs lock up.
And all I can see if the ever looming shadow.
Of what is.
Of what will be.
And perhaps, most damning of all.
Things others cannot see.
Much less believe.
- Useless Thoughts
Glass Hearts
In my hands, I hold my heart.
It is glass.
You can see it beat.
And you can see it stop.
It is clear.
My emotions bared to the world with every action.
And sometimes I squeeze.
And it shatters.
The pieces cutting my palms.
Digging into my forearms.
I can see it.
I can feel it...