I decend a set of stairs,
The ghost image before,
Behind the real,
Following me mimicing me.

I call out warning,
The words pass her,
The ghost,
Angered
Moves farther down the stairs,
With it, my heart it takes.

I see myself, in my mind, in a small prison cell. Built by my own hands, or one set of me. There are three prisoners inside, trapped between layers and layers of...mentality ( Read more... )

My feet, my arms, my mouth, my waist ( Read more... )

I'm a swirling sea of emotions. Rocks are the pain, jutting from my surface.. lines drawn deep. A dark blue, forbidding, damned sea where there is only depth, no breath.. and no salvation ( Read more... )