Grayscale

Sleep called from behind those smoke drowned drooping eyes.
The heavy lidded, demure gaze.
Deep breaths raked her frail shoulders.
The house darkened itself into an unending maze.

Silent thunders broke through the window pane,
The brief lightning followed,
Each time the clock struck a new melodious game
A cat meowed outside in the shadows

A creaking footboard in an otherwise empty house,
A dimly lit candle to chase the dark
A whispering caress calling out from the mirror
The weird call of despair made by the lone lark

The mirror reflected unseen and disembodied people
The world turned a shade of gray
The cross outside the window lost and forgotten
By the last child who stepped in the house to play.

Seduction

Seduce me, she said. And I like it with the lights turned off.

She was not ready to share her battle scars. Not yet.

Autumn

The change. Windy, and sometimes unpredictable. Capricious. Silent at times but always beautiful.

Change. The eternal constant in life. Vivid colours. Colors of joy but also sadness. Colours indicating the hardship that is yet to come. The testing times. The coldness. Winter is coming. Autumn.

Vivacious and yet, morose. Twinkling yet calm.

Autumn.

She stood at the window, looking at the world, with all her charm. 

You and I.

Every & each time I breathe,
And each sound you make,
We'll work through these promises,
And we'll work hard to keep them safe..

Each twirling around of her hair,
Each ragged step on the stair,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Each day a fighting means,
To stay alive and to be seen,
Each day a circumstance
To wash away those sins..

For each heart wrenching scream,
And all those nightmarish dreams,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Waking up to reality
And understanding life as a means
Accepting that maybe today, the
Haze can't take the pain away

Channeling all the anguish in,
And imploding on the scene,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..