Avalanche

There is no understanding the sound of emptiness
and no greater darkness than desire;
a distinctive void within - undeniable

When the wolves ascend from your mind
and feast on the paralyzed thing you have become,
there is no smile anymore;
there is no care
or displaced moment of enlightenment

There is only the smell of blood
and of destiny curling her toes
against a certain knowledge - a wisdom almost,
transcending the last thought toward self-sacrifice

"everybody goes
leaving those
who fall behind"

Placebo-wonderment
Bemused
I am

Uncertainty rips apart my vision of the future
and return as a cruel dark mirror against that wall
light splintering tears
again, I thought
again, the lie

Still but one
still alone
still without courage
still entirely unsure
and waiting for those like me
who knows what the end will come to

life trickles from the night as your smile
and I relax inside you
within you
I am...