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tragic apathy

  • everything is shattering,
  • crumbling,
  • into nothing
  • but dust,
  • dust that is carried away,
  • away from him,
  • away from what he once was,
  • what they once were
  • a love seat sits in a corner,
  • glazed with dust
  • clothing that were once his lie forgotten,
  • on the wooden floor,
  • glazed with dust
  • his eyes gaze unblinkingly
  • at the plain white ceiling,
  • glazed with dust
  • he lie,
  • finding no reason to move
  • moonlight filters in through an opened window,
  • basking him in a soft light,
  • basking the room in a soft light,
  • except the corners glazed with dust
  • through the window,
  • a breeze enters,
  • it takes him,
  • an iron grip,
  • it won’t let go
  • the dust swirls,
  • coating the walls,
  • tightening,
  • tightening,
  • tightening,
  • from the grip he falls,
  • nothing but dust

bittersweet

  • water swirls at my feet
  • i watch as it turns red
  • the sight bittersweet


  • from strikes leak
  • the crimson liquid of life
  • it runs down my legs, shaky and weak
  • reminiscent of the veins from which they came
  • destroyed by a shaving knife
  • it’s oh so bittersweet


  • i slowly reach
  • and gather the essence on my fingertips,
  • grazing the pads against my tongue
  • the soft iron drips
  • down from my lips
  • tasting oh so bittersweet


  • this makes me happy, i tell myself
  • again and again and again
  • but the sight is sickening
  • blood dripping from wounds of my own creation
  • blood filling my mouth with its metallic flavour
  • it’s not right
  • it’s not human
  • my thighs can barely pass as anything but mounds of scabs and blood
  • i can still feel the dried plasma on my lips
  • i just want to be soft
  • to be normal
  • but im nothing but a sorry excuse for a vampire.




it’s bittersweet.

aquaphobia

  • i had always been afraid of the ocean.
  • how ironic this fear of mine was.
  • it was never the ocean that would drown me.
  • it was myself.
  • i was trapped in a room, flooding with nothing but emptiness,
  • an emptiness that i had thrusted upon myself.
  • it was unbearable,
  • the way it rose,
  • and my lack of ability to prevent it.
  • i couldn’t hold my breath
  • as sorrow and regret filled my lungs,
  • leaving me gasping for a way to forget
  • even if i could flail,
  • not a single thing could see me,
  • secluded by thick fog and rising tides,
  • choking on every mistake
  • my pathetic ass had to make
  • as i could no longer stand the flood,
  • everything ended.
  • i could still feel the presence in my room and lungs
  • but it no longer hurt.
  • a nearly unsettling calm flowed over me,
  • leaving me floating alone,
  • eyes nearly closed with tired, heavy lids.
  • i pondered subconsciously,
  • about how i ended up here,
  • broken and faded
  • it was in these last few minutes that i realized:
  • i had been sinking since the start

Not sure if you’ve already said somewhere but what’s up with the reverse? They seem interesting!

Ooooh okay so, the reverse are creatures made by The Boss (he’s the big baddie you can tell because he’s a capitalist) and they play into my love of horror. They’re kinda hard to describe because they’re all different, but the main thing is that they’re created from some witch, and that witches’ past and fears are used to contort them into some evil within type monster. Like let’s say someone was afraid of heights. They’d probably be made to float, in someway or another. Whether they’re actually levitating or something like they’re always hanging from a noose that moves in a teleport-esque way. Things along those lines.