the blue moon whispers melodies in my ear in singed darkness

these abrupt songs dissipate just as hastily

shooting stars in broad daylight

an insatiable thirst to detail each of its intricate veins until my mind spirals once more

i must admit that sometimes i am hollow and untruthful

stubborn and unusually cruel, lost to the waves of woe

yet the shoreline has long been reached

can one blame the black-hearted dog for its ghostly past?

therefore i shall continue to sing these memories throughout my void

maybe then i will be brimful, perhaps an unforeseen cheerful

thronged with what was and what could have been, only my mind’s house is a little bit lonelier than expected

my clothes are ripped off to reveal metal and bolts

my existence persists but so does yours in the cracks of my clay

nighttime yells out to an insufferable silence

and the teardrops slip, formed in irregular shapes and patterns that confess my insides

gray wolves are lonely gray wolves

irrational hope or indispensable fear?

once in a blue moon, i will remember you and i will consent to the dictator that is emotion

my drinks are spiked with regret and my bed creaks with silence

the facade is let out of its cage of shame on this day

however

you have manifested a new gift that purges my soul from my personal hell

an awareness to my inevitable oblivion

i shamefully bloom on your downfall; my vines threaten to entangle fear itself

i will crawl to walk to run to climb

the fog dissolves adjacent to my ladder

i understand why my old limbo was simply that—neglecting the consciousness of my life’s purpose

thanks to you