T’was a night before morning
and all through this life
the nightmare before daytime
gifts no end of strife
Ghosts of then ghouls of now
haunt an overwrought soul
a confusing cacophony
words falling, pits of black coal
Tides and torrents
tumble in and gush out
run down cheeks in hot streams
throat swallows shut
Blue eyes query wildly
what the fuck goes on here?
silenced voice screaming
your fears, we live near!
Embrace them, relinquish
hold on tight but let go
you are the virgin
they drove into that snow.
~Myla: Melting.
September 30, 2015
