Ashes

Tangled and restless, a streaming current of iridescence that weaves a secret melody into an all consuming black. Shattered are the words, unspoken and careless. Unheard as they fade and die from trembling lips. There’s nothing left. A distant shadow of a memory time seems to have forgotten.

Illusions of the heart lie to a wicked mind. An endless struggle of the self, to believe and to be strong; that which breaks us only makes us become cold. An abyssal darkness, complete in its emptiness, spirals into an eternity deep within. Will these feelings never cease?

The hunger sweeps a skeletal hand gingerly along the cracked flesh. As the talons trail ever so carefully along the dry surface, the gray skin begins to quiver and fall away. Becoming nothing more than shadows and dust.

This tomb, a well disguised cage for the wild trapped within… Is slowly but surely, beginning to fade. Like the dreams held within an innocent’s vibrant eyes, over time, begins to burn. Edges tattered, unwanted. A loss time can never heal.

I watch as the ashes fall from these pale hands. I stare, fascinated, as my dreams dissolve into the nothing I have created. I can feel the movement behind my eyes, the tremble beneath my skin. An awakening of a thing that has no name. I can feel its hot breath on the back of my neck, the thunder of its steady heartbeat drumming behind my ears.

I sense the closeness of it, as if it’s not a piece of me…but apart of me. A living creature made of painful yesterdays. A reminder of what’s become of me. Nothing more than a Whisper…in a Crowd of Screams.

-Anon-