the quiet decay of a stoic moment-

repositioning

see…! this war in my head, seems not to be so bad, seems not to be so ugly! but trust me…it is!

the light I hold within my hand, lies deep inside, not seen by land. to outside eyes, it seems to fade, no glow to cast, no world to aid. but in my heart, a whisper says, perhaps it’s best in hidden ways. for what I’d see might bring me fright, so let it stay, my inner light. this world is not at peace, with all its muck and evil deeds. It deserves no glimmer to brighten its needs. let it smolder in the dark, unseen and dire, the light within me, I will withhold and not let it transpire.

praise us, lord! for what we thought! for what we made! for all 'ur hate! come! see! we did it well! ailing now suffering in hell!

the edge

the last morning glow of a warhorse-

this world is not so bad

the crumbling moments between my breath