Webbed Cracks

This isn’t the end you invisioned. A pain such as yours not imagined. But I am the creator of eternity- Bleeding mother’s maternity. Maybe you die; Maybe I wither away. Time’s last tonight, time’s turned to day. Everything is broken with hope gone, but all of my love and pain linger on.

“poetic” empty darkness

darkness surrounds my every day, shadows follow me wherever i go. the emptiness of darkness drains my very soul, and every aspect of my existence is covered in blackness. greys and blacks paint my vision and all i see is sorrow, pain, and solitude. the day dawns bright every morn, and still i see only… Continue reading “poetic” empty darkness