Your words are Daggers, slashing Through my walls All the way to this crashing, Weak heart

Wounds open where you cut But over time they Become scars and shut ‘Till only traces tell of our decay

Your silence is A machine gun Or maybe a nuclear bomb?

Your silence is A direct crit hit It strikes once and kills

Yet you always Pull me back from the brink Like you can‘t part ways Though you attack ...

The air has changed.

While Sylvia is still writhing in pain, I, in my ecstasy of finally attaining the near godhood I have greedily sought for years, hardly feel the pain of my transmutation at all.

However, what I vividly perceive is the way my senses, no, my very essence changes while my Godsoup consumes me. My eyesight, sense of smell, even my hearing turn sharper every second until they re...

Choking On my words Blocking Out the hurt

At least, I try Not to cry But I‘m drowning, I fear Drowning in my tears

Underwater, My voice stifled But am I really, Or do you just Not want to hear me?

Has the air stopped Carrying the sound? Or are your ears just Filtering me out?

Can you hear me, Pleading— Do you see me, Reeling?

You keep talking Like you do But why are you walking Away when I ta...

In the wind We scatter Like ashes Lose altogether

In the wind We fly Like birds Far and wide

In the wind We find How weak we are How blind

In the wind We dissolve Slowly, like stone In water

In the wind We are cold To the bones, as if Our souls were sold

In the wind We cry For our eyes Become dry

In the wind We are free Like the leaves Of a tree

In the wind We wait For a shelter ‘Till we fi...

It breaks not when it falls To the unknown, it calls

Its shine is pale and mute Still an unripe fruit

A diamond, unshaped Formless and ashamed

Her light slumbers So she knows not its wonders

She is a desert flower Oblivious of her power

Made to think she‘s dull When in truth she‘s not at all

Sometimes she forgets How alive she‘s inside, frets

That her light is not enough And she‘s hungry fo...

There‘s a blade piercing my heart And I keep pushing it deeper I cannot let go Of the handle Lest you grip it Again. Hatred Keeps my hands tied My smile has faded Since you tried So hard to steal it. I cannot even smile When I look at the stars The moon mocks me With its ghostly light As I rot in a prison Made by you. Your castle of bliss was built With my bones as foundation. Crushed by your ambi...

I have always dreamed of revolution. Something that would send ripples through the world, tear it at the very seam— and turn it upside down.

Think of an hourglass. If there‘s a quake, it will shake, shake, shake and, if the quake is forceful enough, it will flip.

How wondrous! My hands ache for the sense of new discovery, of breakthrough!

That is why I schemed. A grand scheme indeed it is that ...

Twirls and circles Twisted miracles Unfathomable tracks and etchings Like human‘s interconnections

Abundant in colour Some show fear, some valour It‘s not easy to understand Intentions, whether small or grand

Threads flow and intertwine Looking ever so divine Like a chain of humans Holding on to others‘ hands

We lean on one another As the patterns complement each other We hope that we‘ll be hel...

High Like the sky Deep As the ocean reef

Blue The colour of ponderers You Dazzled by its wonders

Let‘s drown In this drunkenness My gown Is this teal bliss

It‘s calling to me This colour of splendour It calms this beast Makes me surrender

A drug, a remedy For this broken heart Torn by tragedy The blue a fresh start

Like a fish I gasp, beholding it I relish The blue, soothing my spirit

A myri...

I am the end of every beginning. The light at the end of every tunnel is me.

Or perhaps darkness is more of a fitting image. But then again, that would mean the light never existed in the first place.

Death… that‘s what mortals call me.

No matter how much people fear and hate me, and however they once started, wherever they came from, whatever ranks or fortune they might possess;

Their storie...