AconiteVyper

On the wings of night They drowned The keening of the moon Bright as a faded monarch Falling into rhythm They stopped The wailing of the sun Dead in its prison Availing Awaiting Instilling New Power In the silence In the dark As the crushing returns

I don't know how to ask you all the things swirling around in my head. All the important questions that mean nothing to the world, but are the world to me. I'm so muddled, and confused, and ill prepared. Why couldn't I have asked you in person? Why is it that I closed up so horribly....was so terribly unable to make the decision to query you? What is it about that proximity of presence that choked my vocals to a squelch? I don't know. And I do. And yet none of that matters. I just can't quite grasp why I can't -now- ask those questions.You've always been understanding. You've never held a grudge. You've always told me you hold me in the high

She gave him a stern look, her amber eyes narrowed in a cold yet slightly uncertain manner. "Those are some pretty strong accusations you're making, major." Her voice was firm, and cold as her eyes, but there was no malice in her tone. Whether that meant she just figured him a fool, or was actually weighing in that what he said could be true, was a matter yet to be determined. Her cool features gave no indication beyond that she felt the matter was grave, joke or no. "I realize that, sir" the young man said. He was fiery, his own blue eyes clear with focused intent. He certainly wasn't joking, and it was for that reason that he had asked he

You are my dark lady My siren of the night Calling softly But never mine Yet always mine You are my inspiration My purpose, My thoughts My core Inside all of me But not mine And always mine I am afraid of you And I need you I am in love with you And I fear what that means When I find that you will never be mine But always mine When I liken you to the world You are the fairest The most The best The only one To ever elicit these parts of me From their hiding Because you entered the shadows My dark lady My siren of the night Your feared not what hid their You took it all in stride And it made you mine But never mine

I seem to have this issue. Its obviously something I've created, all on my own. But, I can't help but realize that, without you, the problem wouldn't exist. That being, of course, that you are exactly everything my mind always comes back to. When something interesting happens, I tell myself "I need to remember this, so I can tell her about it". Or I think "I should text this to her". Or I lament that I didn't take a picture of something awesome, because it would have been so nice to send it to you, for you to see. I feel like I cry and moan about this stuff a lot. Perhaps that's true....or maybe I just feel that way because I think about i

You permeate my life Like water to a sponge Soaked into every space of me Like a sweet marinated food Flavoring every part of me Like wind in the trees Swirling all around me You permeate my life When I wake in the morning You are the first thing on my mind While at work You appear beside the hosts I see In the car I notice you in the vehicle beside me In my dreams You walk beside me You permeate my life And when you're gone And your voice begins to fade from my ears And your thoughts begin to recede from my mind I feel lost Because when you allow someone To bind around you so completely And missing they be The path bl

When my mind isn't preoccupied by overlapping thoughts - those things that take up my day to day life - I come to a point of semi-stillness. And I find myself drifting back to you. Where are you? What are you doing? Do you think of me too, from time to time? We used to speak so frequently. So often. I thought those times, even those silences together, would never end. It amazes me still, how even so small a time can feel like such a gaping cavern of loneliness. And I can't even decide what the cause is. I've been a fool of late. Ha, fool. Such an ironic word, come to think of it. Our insider's context knows why I use it. But, regardless of