Prophecised

Blonde,
blackened by mire and filth.
Sodden,
leaves the thieving water trailing,
cascading with breathing teardrops.
She weeps as she rises
and takes her place upon the rooftops.

Dust,
descends on purest white,

dreamed dress

wraps her ankles as she kills,

and here their underworld chokes.

In passing, a new boy

innocently appearing with malicious hopes.

Transparent

Darkness tastes
your lips graze mine
perfectly.
My thoughts wander
to you and back
as your sharp hands hold
my effete, ethereal back
and leave a bloody, beautiful trail
pouring, perfectly.

I Am Nearing Death?

I should see spots,
black spots,
that are not there.
But I feel it, they are not there.

Inside my mind,
a war of sobriety and sense,
of reality and distorted views
is raging,
I am burning,
inside...no.
Help, my dear.

My eyes lose themselves
 in my sockets,
look unto the black of my mind.
They are blinded.

A chest of pain,
screams shrieking,
only me, only me.
Help me breathe?

Out Of Sorts

Burning, feel it.
Notice and proclaim!
A question,
denied...
I know, yet I am confounded.
Earth not swirling,
feel it should,
I now am ungrounded.

Pause, hold it.
Remain silent but she spoke!
Invisible voices.
I am no longer here.
I hear myself echoed
as I return,
it was repeated
in my own.