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Today, May light, Life, And love, Be yours. Let the dark cower In the presence of your inner glow. Beautiful. I swear, You have more strength Than you know.
She fell broken from its grasp. Her life extinguished like a candle's light against a sudden breeze. The Beast was fed, yet unsatisfied. #FP — ZedZeddicus (@Zedzeddicus) September 11, 2015 This week’s participation in the Friday Phrases (#FP) event found … Continue reading
Drown me, In the quiet of your unbelief. In filthy waters infecting. Cleanse me, Of everything you found disgusting. Hold me under Wash me clean. Until the sin in me stops breathing. I am so sorry For my sinful breath. … Continue reading
When my father dies, I won’t go to his funeral. I believe he should die as he had lived; Alone.
We are holding the inward life of ourselves; A reflection of light Burning bright against our dark. By its fires, We wait for a better dawn.
Wrestle me, Sleep. Lay flatlines to this waking. Overwhelm me In your unconscious delerium. Fit me into the folds of your vision whispers. Show me the metaphor of myself. Chase away the wakefulness, And I will make love to you … Continue reading
She says, I’m tired. I can’t be here. I can’t live in this Constant knife to wrist Battle of the worst kinds of restless. And I want out. He says, You are the ground beneath me. Without you, I’m scared … Continue reading