Draic85

It's everything - everything. It flickers and it bleeds it cries out it breaks it waits, it hesitates And is gone.

The light turns, and I fall Like a spinning wheel Grazing the night sky

The life of my light Bark worse than bite The blackness burning bright The bloody blinking blight The bird upon the kite Extra to excite Feed the child's delight The peace before the fight Fearful feathered flight Sudden stagnant fright Depth seen from a height Thorny hearts ignite No shining-armoured knight Bloody Mary's might Endless, empty night A beggar's desperate plight A daughter's funeral rite Any creature's right Your secret sears my sight Spitting out your spite Porcelain, small and slight Crying, huddled up tight A child dies tonight Bloodied hands write A shrieking, wailing wight

He wandered around the house blindly, ducking into empty rooms yearning for them to be filled, for presence if not companionship. The crash echoed in the night, and the black dog of terror arrested him on the slick bathroom tiles. It's friendly and it's light and oh god and oh god and oh god... Tried not to scream silently, to reel the unnamed back in and swallow it like a fly on his tongue.

They bathe in eachothers ashes; From the pyres another rises; Another rises. Too late, too long, the blood dries still.

There's a world inside of you I can see it in your eyes - sometimes When you don't lock me out Keep it all buried inside Playing masks, and smiles, and clever conversation While the heart of you struggles and dies Gonna find me an answer.

I was born to strangers. My siblings are strangers; I don't recognise them. My teachers are strangers, My schoolmates are strangers; I don't see anything in them. I saw a glimmer in someone once Over the other side of the room But I looked away, and when I looked back, She was empty, a stranger once more. I dated a girl who flickered with light. I married her, was happy, but then My children were strangers My wife loved the strangers Her light had gone dark once again. I work with strangers I work for strangers Strangers work for me. No light in the strangers, No hope for the strangers; I then saw a stranger in me. I had