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...