folklore

Shout out into the void you’ll never see –

stream of consciousness songs blurring into truths hitting dangerously close to home, coalescing into an ocean of memory under a constellation of scars.

it would’ve been fun –

Suffocating

Accusations thrown like daggers to the heart. Maybe one day you’ll learn to appreciate what you have – or maybe one day I’ll decide to walk away.

Love is such a strange and wonderful thing.

Of ashes

This is a vicious cycle, of how the ouroboros chases its tail, unable to escape its fate. The wheel turns, the world moves. Soon the fires will burn themselves into embers, soon all that is left will be grey, charred ash. This, too, will pass.

 

There are many ways to die

It takes two hands to clap

and you’re the bullet in the barrel of the gun; you’re the sharpened blade of the dagger; you’re the poison in the drink. But I’m the one pulling the trigger, pressing the cool steel to my throat, raising the glass to my mouth.

Palingenesis

Rebirth.

Sloughing off the layers of my former self,

I rise from the ashes,

Spread my wings,

Each feather a red-gold tongue

Proclaiming new beginnings.

There is irony embedded even within this triumphant proclamation, however-

Like the phoenix,

Am I doomed to always make the same mistakes?