LunarieWhisp

The tears, They roll, Like flowing streams, They go, Down, down, down, Hitting every crevice, of everything, They flood their maker, and explode out, Rushing to freedom, Hoping to relieve them, Of burning hurt, And an aching pain.

No sense of time, No sense of space, It's almost as if I've been set on 'erase', Flight to the stars, To a galaxy-like far, To a heavenly freedom that can not, Will not, Be contained.

Oh depression, how I have missed your dreadful presence, How nice of you to return with you dim-light glow, A fog that only lifts when it wants, and crushes me in its wake, How nice of you to return, darkness my everlasting friend.

Crawling back into my make shift cave, Away from the world and its forbidden light, Into my dark pit I go, where no one, not even you can find me, I break into a million pieces before my time, and let my world too shatter around me, I die a thousand deaths in cursed hope that perfection shall be restored, And I long for the final sweet release, whenever that may be, of this deep pain that lies within me.

I dreamt a wasp took me into its arms. And sat me by an immaculate lawn. It filled my stomach with its children. It flew from me, and I was left by the lawn. It's children developed, and I grew to sickly shades of pallor. Pupae begin to age. Mother sat in the sky. Life became a series of meaningless moments. Each more absurd than the last. Each frame of reference was a mirror of strange currents, that sat swollen beneath the fabric of my shirt. I put my hand to my womb.

I sit at the hearth, in some rat filled tavern. I drown my sorrows in the vinegar that the man behind the bar dares to call wine. I am numb to the world. The tides sings in my veins but I ignore it. Another night passes and I have not moved from my seat. People in the room stare furtively through the hearth smoke, and whisper that I am not of this world. The barman keeps them from me for the moment, for he is well paid in forgotten coins. My reverie is interrupted by a sailor, the wine heavy on his breath. He suggests obscenity and I ignore him. He reaches for my arm and I flee the tavern, his face a picture of shock at my dissolution. I seek