Darkest Hour

have you ever been scared

not the fear that keeps you awake in midnight essays
not the fear that wraps in stranger nightmares
not the fear that knocks you awake with a stutter to stale breakfasts
not the fear that blankets itself in acquainted ethics and etiquettes

it's the fear that lumps your throat and no matter how much you've had yourself drunk in water, it stays
it's the fear that numbs your mirth and no matter how much you've had yourself betrayed in a plastic smile, it doesn't leave
it's the fear that nulls your existence and no matter how much you've had yourself convinced in the need for survival, it just stays
it's the fear that pulls your pride apart and no matter how much you've had yourself proved in the rat-race of blinded sheep, it just doesn't leave

have you ever felt insane; helplessly trapped because you know you've been losing sanity
have you ever been scared that the fear that's kept you alive will eventually turn the fear that ends it all

I'd Rather Die

tomorrow when they burn me to ashes
don't cry a river; for ashes are blind
don't write obituaries; for pyres can't hear
don't wish for the deed to be undone; for afterlives are beyond desires

tomorrow when they burn me to ashes
don't...

just let it be
for none of it would matter

i'd take a bullet, alive
than poetry, dead

Fire and Ice

i dream of unspeakable things
the ones that inscribe fresh goosebumps on faint wrinkles

- smite