Forty-five past midnight.

So much time spent weeping
How can there be tears left?
~' There is not...
You sent me a message
on amplitudes of the wind,
winding down the extended
corridors of my heart,
narcissisticly postulating
your determined arrival date.
Expecting your royal welcome.
I have none...
I have simply forgotten.
I have forced myself to forget,
Since you have consistently forgotten.
So here I stand, with a dagger in my hand
ready to commit the ultimate crime of shame,
allowing myself to be ready for you,
forgetting what is true,
that I can never see you.
But let me remind myself
of what I'm here to do.
Remember what it means to love,
and silently live through.

C-a-g-e-s spell disaster

Supremely naive was i,
to believe i could free myself
from whatever fate had allowed for me.
But amidst all the turmoil
and confusion of locked doors
I managed to finally understand the
intoxicatingly familiar taste of liberation.
No physical release,
but the mental and emotional situation of these.
I just had to drown myself for a bit.