Aaaachuuuu!

Creased lines,

And folded hearts,

Trip the unsuspecting catalyst,

To believe what the willful want most.

Battling the soul,

Sustains lengthy operation,

Worthy of waiting.

Fallen

A calming presence,

Amidst the chaos,

As the sun peaks over the cathedral.

A taste of changing seasons,

Stimulate old memories.

With the hope to capture new ones,

While staying true to the old ones.

Glittered pumpkins,

Crunchy leaves,

And apple-cinnamon spiked cider excite.

Foliage, wither and die,

Preparing for the next phase.

I think I’ll take my time with this one.

Those Who Won't Accept

Mirror, mirror.


I stare at you intensely.

[Move]

Why won't you move?

Something about those devil eyes makes my stomach churn.

Outsiders tell me to accept the man in front of me, but I know better.

It's not me.

It's a hollow representation of the person I worked so hard to become.

Fuck you!

I see the real you.

[Flinch]

I just saw you flinch.