Lately

The shadow is on me, weighing on my lids blank stares, iris cold limbs emaciated and dead I crave nothing but further emptiness, walking empty shell sad lonely husk overcast covers dreaded smiles of golden sunlight, bitter winds know best how to keep my stride I lie damned, sinking deeper into black water feet still not touching the bottom with little hopes of getting back to the top

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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