The lone ghost among the graveyards, standing silently between tombstones, reaching the hands to the unwilling groom. Her wide black dresses float in the air and her blank face shows no emotions. The wandering soul in the early September glory.
The buildings blink, dark faces illuminated by the striking warm lights. The darkness, full of smoke; dirty streets, gaping holes of the empty houses, the huge bureaus, made of steel and stone, tired silhouettes of the late workers, the blue gleam in huge rooms – tiny enclaves of peace in the hungry night.
This is my city.
I woke up here, long ago, to be a shadow that devours the blood that beats in its veins.
I breathe with the traffic, laughing in the hazy midnight glory.
Everything changed when the S T O R M came. Only me and her, standing against the downpour. Uproaring, it rages above our heads.
The city still inhales the waste, oblivious against the world’s flounce. I touch her arm when she appears, and we drift into nothingness, together.
We want to believe that this is not the end. That we are not the end… but, now…
The darkness that pours from the wounds enclosing like a mud, sticking to the skin embracing like an ominous lover the madness deep inside that cannot be removed by ghosts of the past that inhabit the manor of the soul
The black door, always on my mind when I try to fight the demons grinning widely, forcing themselves into life that seemed lost, yet keeps breathing
the angels on the horizon how to reach them when the murk binds so much? I am tenebrous maiden that breathes the eternal night Eclipse my name
He felt like the forest closes over him, trees bending to crush him, the moss swallowing him. The moons crashed, now the gaping mouth of the empty sky was tearing him with teeth made of stars. The whole nature saw him as enemy and he could not run… he felt like darkness, that resides in caverns and under the rocks, touches his soul with hungry foggy fingers…