#feralcore
why be yourself when you could be
i bet entities dont have all these goddamn responsibilities
hmu if u are are cursed, like super vexed, and jinxed
its almost fall, whos ready for night ghost hunting and 3am waffle house?
you think the forest is a refuge
yet the trees twist up and away into the sky
bending away as if to aviod the touch of disease
this is not a safe place
the things darting through the underbrush
know what you did
and they are not afraid of sickness
in your dreams you are running. full of a heaviness that seems as if the universe rests there. the ache for something no longer there hangs in the air like the rain before a storm. dark clouds gather on the horizon but the sky is silent
and so the sun sets on the final day
lace and flowers hide the ruin so well
a crumbling church sits abandoned, do not go inside. you will not be the same thing when you come back out. there is nothing in there but empty space to spill devotion to a god that does not exist. those who remain there would eat away at what little of you is left until you also do not remember the beautiful tragedy of being human
do you see them marching in their rows
will they come back
or will they become just one more face
gone and forgotton
even in death
Do you trust your eyes? Something moves in the corner. When was the last time you saw something that wasn’t there? This has happened before. When was the last time you saw something that stirred an old dead feeling inside you? It didn’t used to be like this. Have you seen that before? It moves closer. When was the last time you saw movement that didn’t exist? This time won’t be the same. How much can you trust your eyes? Darkness envelops you. This hasn’t happened before. Do you really trust your eyes to comprehend the thing lurking in the shadows? The flickering light betrays your place, a head snaps up realizing they might not be alone.
and the hills swallowed you whole
i’m sorry i didn’t warn you sooner
may the fog hide you
and carry you saftely to your harbor
am i the one you dream about at night?
how do you see me?
you told me once
and i asked you
how could you make something so beautiful
out of crumbling ash?
in your eyes
i am something i do not recognize
how do you claim to love something so unholy?
one day
you will melt into the arms
of someone who knows you
entirely
as time does
when the world blurs
as consciousness does
when sleep takes hold
you have war in your blood
that surges through your veins
every waking moment
you carry the weight of you ancestors
in your soul
suffering is funny sometimes
when you slaughter me
is that a religion for you?
when you draw blood
does that feel righteous?
when you scrape words
from my vocal chords?
does this cause you pain
or does it make you feel
alive?
because i would give
anything
to be that close to you again
your hands create
my hands destroy
lover
what a wonderful pair we make
when the stars bloom
I will come for you
harbor you
until then speak
speak your woes
and speak your joys
for I will listen to it all
you will never be alone again
itching itching itching
palms that once held answers
now fall silent
itching itching itching
scratch away
the only thing to find
is blood and bones
itching itching itching
where are my eyes
where are my ears
crawl through the window
cut open your heart
fog chasing your heels
with the wind pushing you back
a boy sits at the corner alone under the darkening sky
he offers his hands
(as if in prayer
reaching for the promise that light will come again)
he offers the skeleton of a small bird instead
(he put it together himself)
he tells you proudly
he put it together again and
he felt like a god
(the mercy and the creation of a life in his hands)
