Left in a darkness,
Shadowing the light,
Hurting in the vain self hatred.
Broken whims,
Stranded feelings,
Stoked by shaking limbs.
Wrestled into death,
Warding off the odd light,
Blasphemously withering into nothing.
Risen into rotting corpses,
To skip onto polite greetings,
Sounding hollow on humanity.
Thrashed into cracks,
Squirming lowly into frozen dreams,
Stealing whimpered whispers.
Writing stilled phrases,
Unknown, secondary and blasted,
Frigid in a stoked birth.
