I have urges.

Urges I cannot satiate myself.

I remember us in that dim light,

I wish I grabbed that book on that shelf.

That wooden shelf is now where we resided,

categorized by our life and traumas,

by the title and endings of our stories,

beside our little dioramas.

I forgive you for your betrayal,

I forgive you for your death,

You haunt my sleepless nights,

Your name escapes my lips with eve...

Peace.

Once dreamed.

War instead.

The body raw.

Raw of death and blood.

I wish it to leave here.

My home is a home no more.

The walls painted red with my guts.

Leave my head and body free from this.

Bid me to the sky and watch me fly back....

Why?

A question.

A good one.

One I asked often.

I asked why I was,

Who I was, what I was.

A monster, the only sensible answer, right?

I did believe so. I believed I was.

A monster clawing its way into misfortune and failure.

I was no longer human, I was just utter death....

A good day it must’ve been,

A good day, for the devil knew you would sin,

He was festering under your skin,

It was simply a matter of time.

You pleaded and begged for it,

Your face pale and moonlit,

You never thought on your own permit,

Until you heard the three bells chime.

An angel cried at the sight,

Cried at the sight of your fading light,

For god, he now must smite,

For those stairs you can...

Little fireflies in the night,

Bringing on a guiding light,

I wish to follow your path,

Please save me from the dark’s wrath.

My nights grow long,

My head wracks with birdsong,

You give me a focus,

I miss the smell and sight of the crocus.

I should’ve listened to the folks that knew,

I miss that beautiful purple hue.

But I continue on in your presence,

I now grow them in the pleasance.

It takes...