Rape the world,
thieve its purity and goodness,
destroy its patience and calm,
ravage its body with unhealing scars,
burn its petals unfurled.

Steal the heart,
shatter its frosted glass,
melt its willing flesh,
beat its love and yearning,
savage its beauty and art.

I am experiencing the ravages of life - those little stresses that add up until they consume you. Ever see star trek and the weebles? (If they were called that) You know, those furry little things that would populate worse than bunnies on steroids.

Meanwhile I am bruised, grumpy and eagerly waiting for the last of them to leave my life - slowly shedding them one by one until nothing remains except me.

Indifferent, I walk this earth, blind to the life around me. Each fall of my step comes in slow motion as the blood freezes like ice in my veins. Nothing remains but the hollow echoes and the muted sighs of the life around me. I lift my black gaze skywards and wait, patient, for the clouds to open up and release the vapor of your tears.

Only this for today…maybe I will write more later.

Warmth eludes me and I am caught in the embrace of cold resolve. My will hardens itself against you; the sharp pain of self-denial ravages my thoughts. Your touch is as fleeting as a warm breath in my winter, disappearing until only the evanescent trace remains to keep me company. Alone in my darkness, able to hear the echo of my own breath and I still would choose this emptiness over you.