I planted my misery
Deep in the ground, hoping it
Would die and leave me in peace
Instead it blighted my crops
Withered my orchard, left me
Desolate, dry and barren
Blight
Tag: abyss
Vent
Bitter catharsis
Leaves me drained, devoid,
Exhausted, reborn
Atonement
My shattered utopia
Can only be restored with
My self as burnt offering
Pondering
Are others’ minds like mine? Do
They whir with fantasy, then
Screech in harsh accusation?
Succubi
The love of your kin spreads its
Virulent tendrils into
My spine, draining my spirit
Monotony
Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
The Last
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
Acceleration
Waiting to hit rock bottom,
I continued to fall, through
Infinite space, faster still
Methadone
This is only a
Poor substitute for
A real, vital life
Herman’s Hermitage 