Embers in the Frost 

Frost creeps
through the holes that you have left
From parts of me 
that you took along with you. 
Frost creeps 
through the space I leave in bed 
Each night for you—
and cools the morning dew.

And the gift you gave to me
That used to lift me ever higher—
Has melted down to leaden grief 
And got too heavy to carry. 
And these wings you gave to me
That used to lift me ever higher—
I tear them off to find relief 
but they cling and pull me down to my knees.

Frost creeps
Through the doors to better days
All frozen shut, 
hope glints through the window panes 
Then fades, 
like a wick goes up in smoke
Each night in vain
Yet each day my faith remains

Each path I take the road is steep
And keeps me tumbling down towards you
I climb until the cloak of sleep 
wards off the chilling fog I roam through. 
Each path I take the road is steep 
And keeps me tumbling back towards you
I climb until the cloak of sleep 
wards off the wreckage of our dreams in my dreams.

Frost creeps 
and I need you one more time
So we can write 
our last goodbye anew— 
And light 
a final ember in my heart 
To face the fight 
of living without you

And the gift you gave to me
That used to lift me ever higher—
Has melted down to leaden grief 
And got too heavy to carry. 
And the love you gave to me
That used to lift me ever higher—
I tear it off to find relief 
but it clings and pulls me down to my knees.

Embers In The Frost

Silent Howls

Headlights tread the highway’s silver lines
Forest lines the road and shrouds the sky
No one, no horizon, and no stars
Just asphalt, trees like cage bars, and the dark  

Trails of mist, like ghostly hands 
Keep sliding into sight 
Reaching out, they beckon me
They lure me into the night
And it feels alright

What led to this path, I cannot say
Cannot quite remember or explain
Am I coming home or running away 
Do I even care, is caution in vain?
My throat tightens, ice expands in my chest
The scenery slowly starts closing in

It feels as if I’m in free fall 
I’m giving up control
Sucked into the vanishing point 
The vertigo takes hold
Yet on I go  

It’s not a death wish, really
But the wolves are calling

Silent howls in the night 
Something’s about to happen here

And the road is quiet 
And the car is purring

Silent howls in the night 
Something’s about to happen here

It’s not a death wish, really
But the void is calling 

Silent howls in the night 
Something’s about to happen here

Its not a death wish really
But the void is calling...

Silent Howls

The Waters Above

As you near the shoreline
Looking down at the soft sand
The sea's sleepy hissing
Stills the shaking of your hands

And you wish you felt sad
And you hoped to feel cold
But something's not quite right
You feel nothing at all

Your shame is an old stain
Still sticking to your skin
Will it wash off when the currents 
Cleanse from without & within?

And you wish you felt scared
And you hoped to feel hope
You did not foresee this
To feel nothing at all

Aren't you tired of keeping afloat?
The waves caress you, mild and slow
Don’t you know that it’s really wrong
To draw relief from the dying glow?

Aren't you tired of keeping afloat?
The waves embrace from above and below
Don’t you know that it’s quite perverse
To be bored – be bored by the killing flow?

Can you feel this
Sinking further?
Do you feel this
Sinking further?

Aren't you tired of keeping afloat?
The waves caress you, mild and slow
Don’t you know that it’s really wrong
To draw relief from the dying glow?

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The Waters Above

✦ 𝐷 𝑅 𝑂 𝑁 𝐸 𝐹 𝐼 𝐸 𝐿 𝐷 𝑆 ✦
𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑝
𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑛
𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛 — 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦 — 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑦
 
ȩ͉͚̗̮̻͈̮̱̞̯̻̥̫͇̣̝̭͇͠ǹ̼̰̹̳͙̠̦͇̭̜̳̙̣͢͠j͟͏̸̙̯̬͍̼̭̝̣̘͇̹̲̩̀͜o͏҉̷̖͈̭̪̭̼̺̭̗̗̱̭̭̺̝̪̗́͝ỳ͘͜҉̮̬͎̮̝͎̟̼͕̲̮̟͉̙̦͎̹̗ͅ ҉̵̢̨̰̗̩̠̘t̨̟̗̻̦͕̗̜̦̘̘̩̪̯̹͡͠h̺͓͔̬̼̟̹̠͓̤̀e̥͓̹̼͚̯͔͖̤̙̹̗͎̻̳͟͜ ̵̨̫̺̼͡v̴̨̗̲̳̱͔͉͉̟̮̱̘̤̖̭̣̜͢o̘̹̦͍͚̲̰̫͘͟͢i͏̷͎̤̣̬͘d̢̛̲̘̟̯̖̦̕͢͝

Drone Fields.