Pulling Strings

Slender strings strung tight, You shamble forward, One forced step at a time Free will, freedom, dreams, All a hopeless ideal, The strings control Your every move

Crimson Goddess

Crimson goddess screams her fury, Scarlet flames flaring from the frigid ground And lapping at the gold washed skyline

Some Days

Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, To become nothing, A monster, And forget everything

Shadow of the Warrior

Still breeze moves nothing Cherry blossoms coat the ground Shadow strikes through night

Sacrifice My Soul

Bearing bleeding wounds, I shamble on Wearing a facade of normalcy, Acting as if nothing bothers me For you, I do it all