Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
There is something magicIn the silence of the night. It falls on us Even if we reject it,And we cannot avoid it.Nor can we move fast enoughIn our attempts to outrunThe weight of existenceIn a world where a light blue skyCan change to darknessIn a few minutes’ timeAnd show us the loneliness Which accompanies the …
Dear Fear, I have wasted much of my life because of you. You are the idea which perpetually hangs over and onto me: purely a notion which I seem to have invented. You are the tension I feel in the racing of my mind which only shows me all the treacherous possibilities that lie ahead, …
Ahka Rhash 