Hollowalchemy

 The wink of metal drawing ever closer to the delicate skin, brings the first signs of panic deep within her subconscious. Sweat beads like dew on grass, the first sign of a disappearing logic that consumes her life. Grasping at the last vestiges of sanity, trying to remember it will only hurt for a second. It's too late the wink grows into a full star that there is no escape from, the fact that this metal is no thicker than a centimeter means nothing. The tube of glass that will encapsulate her life's essences pushes her further to the edge. This shouldn't be happening, no ill can come from a little sting, then why the tears. They pour like

 Nothing, there is nothing. I look and grasp on to the thoughts that used to plague me, searching for myself within myself. But there is nothing, the memories are silent; the thoughts are like popping a bubble, empty. "Hello? Am I in here somewhere? Answer me!" My voice is gone, disappeared in the....what exactly I don't know. There is no wind to carry it away. Never has it been this way, I am scared and alone. The only feeling I have is the unending need to make some kind of noise, I cannot shake this need. It's like a hunger that cannot be stated, so I gorge myself. Stomping my feet, slamming the doors in the corridor of my mind, a crow

Pain moves threw my body like it belongs there. An old friend that greets me with a butchers knife stabbed to the hilt in my lower back. With a smile my friend leaves it stuck in my flesh. My friend is a reflection of myself with no flesh, muscle, organs, and bone. She is all nerve, they intertwine and fire with eletric impulses. Looking at her the connections are broken and frayed in the legs and back area, the charges were weaker feeble, I wondered how she could even stand from the damage. The lower back was black, sparks erupt from the area, they are trying to make a connection with the rest of the body. Some of the charges make it threw,

Before our meeting my heart was closed, after it the walls surrounding the beating ice that was my heart began to crumble. Before the landscape was dark and hollow, filled with dead trees and cobble stone, a grey aura misted over everything. Nothing was good my heart was living but never alive. After your gold wind blew away the grey mist and turned the trees to budding life. The cobble stone melted away replaced with lush grass and my heart melted with the burning intensity that was life with you. This lasted long enough to make me feel safe and confident when you decided to leave. The mist returned lighter than before and the trees still ho

Canvas Light dapples the floor like a disco ball, in many shapes and colors. The light contrasts the feeling of despair and anger flooding the body. Blood pumping fast and hot to every limb, giving a red glow to the pale on slot of the skin, it would be considered a flush in a more sensual activity. That circumstance is why the white canvas burns the eyes at how it seems to glow angelically. The glow is a dare to make it demonic. "Come on, do it. Scar me; give me all your pain. Only I can take it away. Do it I dare you!"  it screams loud and long, saying the same thing over and over. Turning away from the canvas, her ears pulsing with the p

There is no breath left in me. No thought left in my head worth saying. You have taken it all and torn it to peices, the hate seething to the top of my being. Frothing at the mouth as I try to expel the disease brought forth in to me by your own breath. The breath that carries the burning words around me and into me. They tear at my core, at my heart, at everything I am and would like to be come. Every letter of every word pounds on my head banging wanting to be let in. But my will is strong, no matter how hard you hit or how long your breath is I will not cave. I will not let the battering ram of your dispare make me falter in my joy. It bre

The music flows threw me like lightning; it yearns to be grounded, searching for an escape. It finds that escape with every pound of my foot against the pavement. Boom and the music finds the hot concrete much to its liking. It moves with me as I make my way down the tree covered road. The lightning music finds its way back into me as my other foot hits. Boom, electric shivers propel me forward faster. Goose bumps erupt over every inch of my body as the cool winds kiss my skin. Running does something to me, I cannot explain it fully but it calls to me and I answer with everything I have. I like to cradle the iPod in my hand. The feeling of co