Is Its Embrace Cold?

A self styled stigmata, A stolen smile from the childless, Infinity dragging my insides across the stars, An eternal reflection in the mirror of you empty eyes, A thousand twisted thoughts ravaged deep inside, Years of endless torment, Itself a loss of perfection, Choking on the saliva of self doubt, Resign your end, Forget, Forgive, …

Erasing The Circumstances Of The Daily Lies We Tell The World

Twisting my frail form in something malfunctioning, Recognising the glass in the window but not the face, Seeing all my mistakes for what they truly are, Evolving into the next movement, Revolving on the merry-go-round formed from lies believed, Dying slowly as the sickness inside eats away, Synchronising the hands of time with that of …