In all of my thoughts these last few weeks, this is all I know to be true.

Everything else...I couldn't say.

How are you, friends? I miss the style.

This is one of those things that happens where you wake up and find you've written something. I vaguely remember typing it all out on my cell phone, and it's been saved as a draft since. I was wondering if it's Deviation worthy..




Finger oils and Rubbing lamps
Acrid lies and Lepers dance

If we may retake the time
  from our forgotten land
or fall from there
 until the apples turn to ash
   around us

It's not fair! They cried.
     But they don't know
 you or me. Who's to say
we're still alive?


And is this all for real?
I will turn away, and don't
  be there when I look back.


The clock has changed
         No, that was hope.

    She laughs once more.
That echo never ceases.


I'm weary from an old man's
        wheezing, rambling
Don't learn my lesson the hard way,
   and do not stop writing

It's trivial to me,
but you have a life and
      I will haunt you

I smile weakly
     at the door
Do you trust me?

I should hope not

The moths have found
  me and my home
I'll never be free
      but listen longer

I told you I would fail,
  yet you replied
in turn

Wolven ears perk up.

Whose side are you on,
      after all of this?

 Hear me now, I call
from beside myself

Live, and
Let me
Die.