segunda-feira, 8 de junho de 2026

There is no silence, anymore

 My body is shivering

all the time, day and night

sleep is restless, waking  is abruptly, no rest to be had

no support, no anchor, no wall to stop this tumbling vehicle

the silent permeates things that are willing

it all screams, it all pains me

when I feel I can start to relax, it all comes crashing down

It all feels alien, detached, unbelonging

maybe I was wrong to say that this heart was mine to suffer with

maybe I missed a shortcut somewhere

the road kept going and I didn't even think

now I can't breathe without banshees screaming at my face

this feeling may be up there, my most demanding

I can't stop, my brain is degrading by the second

the gears grind to a halt and go again instantly

the thump in my chest is irregular

the songs never finish, they get cut in half and skipped

I pause everything

every video, every memory, every decision

I miss

whatever I think you were

I can't be responsible for this darkness, not alone

did I make any effort at all to mend me?

I'm just a porcelain doll

broke beyond repair, but still hauntingly hopeful

hope is a word I swear I try not to use lightly

I can't escape this spiral

The energy is infinite, if I'm bent on self destructing

All the nails are back, burrowed in the recovered heart

I don't have the strength to pull them out

I am so tired of these ghosts

all the roads were dead-ends

and I braved the thorns with my bare chest

I couldn't go back to where I was, I suppose this is my map's fault

trembling in the dark

in the light

bathed in your sharpest memory

my tears dry as fast as they roll

May you find your comfort

may your soul understand your pain

may you forgive your heart, for wanting

bless you

Lesser being

It's funny to me, or I dunno, kinda ironic
that I am not at that good a place, but I'm not wanting to write
I feel as if the words don't fit
I'm overflowing emotions, but they are all nameless
accursed undead
I don't think I ever got to this point before
I mean, that I feel like I have to write, but what I need to write is...
no good?
useless?
before, I wrote for meaning, to place these words on the ground, to register, fix them in my heart
but they are all so confusing now

and the giants are screaming
SCREAMING
at my ears now
NOT FOR YOU NOT FOR YOU NOT FOR YOU

I should've grown a backbone earlier in life
should've done whatever I had to do scared
now everything hurts to think
everything breaks to act

I am so lost
so sad
and so alone

I am so fucking alone

And nothing out of my fingers make sense
even reason left
no music, no tone, no melody

my found heart is beating to the sound of silence