Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness
Within my mind, A dense shroud of fog Obscures an unthinkable reality
Solidarity in Scarlet Shadows
Always the picture of composure, While underneath, a lonely smile crumbles Forever, I dance in sync With this masquerade of solidarity
Reality shining through As threads of sanity come undone Every emotion, just a practiced mask I adorn In the twisted masquerade called life
When the Cicadas Cry
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?