curvelarvaa

I seek distortion near and far, rumbling it as if it weighs less. It nests in silence, louder than screams. It stays, like something long fled yet never really gone Still, it lingers. And it aches. Yet It clings closer in the marrow, quieter than bone. Crueler than disease, heavier than guilt wearing skin, like a punishment that hums for a funeral a lullaby for everything buried alive. chew it, choke on, and spit it back chasing realms where no presence breathes, a whimsy bending me inward. wander the void, lost in vain, chained in loops of silent pain.

Once a babe, with cried eyes, Now a mother, with blood as her guide. Once a wound, now a birth from sorrow sprouts to rooting lives

October last breath

Happiness feels a distant shore It is not my quest, but to be out from this endless woe Each sorrow clings, making every breath a battle Every pang of grief tightens my chest, leaving me aching, lost in its tether I am breathless, dwell within this lifeless shell a fleeting hope in shadows cast with no path to take

Should I delve into the your past, or you into my being, dear mother?

Oh, to live a lifeless life agony is too great to bear ache is too fierce to withstand

My gaze is wide, yet darkness veils my sight My glare is clear, but shadows shroud my view Though my eyes are open, sorrow still blinds me

My screams echo in the gale's roar I seek solace, yet my shouts resound in emptiness I cry out, but the storm swallows my pleas I howl into the tempest, yet only silence remains

“Oh, to be the tears that keep cascading, unraveling from what once was”

"The glimmer from those years when our houses sat next to each other, visits me once in a while. But now its ruins lie buried in the ground. The space where your room once lived is lost, consumed by the relentless greed of one. Though your corpse in the resting tomb remains, A distant sanctuary we may visit but seldom find."

I can no longer feel my own existence For I am numb within the confines of reality Lost and swallowed by a vast, undefined void I am merely a wound among many Diminished and emptied of all presence This body will eventually disappear into nothingness

The night when your glance graced my mind before sleep gently drew near, I yearned to delay the dawn for I feared that by the morning’s light, I’d awaken to find you lost in my realm.

I am a wound among the wounds

I would never believed my heart’s whispers to be false. Their truth remains unshaken, forever steadfast and unerring. In the realm of my emotions, I find an unyielding certainty that guides me true

in this rotten heart, only the devil knows my purest conscience