Stumbling down the dark and grey
Against the grain, the red slips away

A familiar scene
Once upon a drunken dream
Traced the crooked trail
And fought the demons tooth and nail

Is this where the colour bled to?
Mixed to white with faint outlines

Is this the place I’ve longed for
Dazed and numb is nothing to be done?

Rehearsing scripts in my head for monologues scribbled down
“With haste”, self said, “Before the curtains tumble and suffocate”
Between, in-between, sandwiched in, choice or fate
Quiet nights, frayed ends, four walls, net and bait
Caught in the seconds’ swell, tick away like little drunk spells
Gnawing away at this cell, 
Spiral, spiral, spiraling down this well
Drink me down, sin and absinthe, down
Absent-minded prints left on the cement deep underground
What marks do these whispers leave?
How far will these voices reach?
Will they burn upon my touch or would I only begin to combust?
Ash and dust trickle downstream,
Down the scrawled landscapes and scratched figurines
Ash and dust scatter in the wind
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be

Isekai (Accidental Spirals)

Don’t breathe another word
Bite your tongue, swallow down

Please leave me hollowed out
Lukewarm
Spellbound

Need to hide away
Cut my ties so I’ll behave
Let the numbness stay
Simmer down and decay

What’s there to reminisce
What’s there in faith
What’s left to listen to
What’s left to say
What’s left to salvage
What’s left to burn

Will this aching disappear?
Hold this body close and dear

Will this silence ever break?
Keep the voices wide awake

Begin this decay
A mere change of state

To bloom once withered
Emerged from the daze

Lost in this mortal loop
Hung by this moral noose

Watch this reflection
Beauty in this breathing prison

DECAY // BLOOM

A certain shade of night
Shadows sing in candlelight
A lullaby

And when you fall asleep
As eyelids flicker in dream
It begins

Twist limbs into knots
(Fold me)
Strung up like a prop
(Hold me)
Watered-down thoughts
(Love me)
What would I have lost?

(again)
(spin)
(around)
(down)
(rise)
(drop)
(turn)

Twitch of the finger
Flick of the wrist
Dance, my puppet
Try not to resist

A figure in motion
With phantom limbs
Crippled and possessed
All tangled in string

dead knot

My dear, what’s the matter?
Cut me down and swallow me whole
Flesh and bone
I’ll sing sweet nothings down your throat

Quiet nights of quiet stars
Was it wise to claw out that scar?
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Why do you keep such hollow screams?

Twist
Taste
Break
Undo
Twist
Taste
Break

Tear myself in two
Some for me and some for you
Watch as my mind slips through
Our knuckles and tongues so bruised and blue

What disguise do I craft this time?

Corcovado

Where did I go? 
Each breath takes me further away

How did I get here?
Time and time again, this memory fails

Lapses in questions
Answers barely marking my face

Relapsing; bad habits
Aren’t we all just learning how to fall?

Where have you wandered off to this time around?
Can you speak? 
Does it hurt?
What do you remember?
Who do you last remember?

See me, feel me, why do you flee from your body?
All you did was fall
All I did was fall
Why did you slip past the skin and through the floor?

When do I begin and my nightmares end?
Tell me
Tell me
Tether me down

(where)
(how)
(i)
(when)
(me)
(who)
(fall)
(i)
(what)

Claude Glass