Your Eyes Are The Moon

Your eyes are the moon,
haunting.

Waxing and waning,
roaming the earth
mercilessly.

What did you see?
What turned your skin blue,
what made your lips quiver?

Where is the time
that was trapped
between your toes?

Your hands cut into my soul.
Where is this salvation coming from?

No trace of human life -
overrated.
The worms are feeding
on your brain,
but they'll never
get to your mind.

This cold and restless mind,
racing infinitely,
emanating strange and cruel dreams,
nightmarish,
like the stare in your eyes.

Don't you ever sleep anymore?

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Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

Just Take My Soul

Just take my soul, piece by piece, rip it apart, dissolve it and pour it down the drain. I'll be better off among my own, among the dead. You think I'm a liar, maybe I am. Who knows what's real anyway? I can see my world slowly dissolving around me. I wish I could burn my skin and flesh away, dissolve with my world into nothingness - a fast, floating dream without any impact. Is now the time to say goodbye?

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