.Myself, and I.Without a speck of dirt to pinch.
Or droplet of water to sleep within.
I wander the wastelands of those who were damned by rays of light.
Alongside the dryness of existence.
.Emptied shadows dance over parched plains-
Laying their poisoned fingers upon my shoulders.
Left am I as the one who reflects their praise and wrongdoings.
A shadowless vision, a wandering cloak, and mask.
Who has not an eye nor soul.
.A path of waste and weariness I encircle.
As one alone, I tread along the rusted, and rainless clouds.
Accompanied by the rippled whisper of dirges and doom throughout.
.My weeping blood remains as observation, and fear is my merciless voice.
Grasped are those who fell beneath my gaze and whisper.
Carefully are they tended with the pains of their souls-
Not of the simple mind or oozing deformity.
.It is I who presents unwanted feelings to those who must pass.
Although, progression does not arrive with a sigh or smile.
Selection (Simplistic)Actuality exhibits
T.H.E. E.N.D.Tenderness arranges dissipation.
Hands compact solidification.
Evenness exhibits dryness.
Eyes unravel secrecy.
Necessity illustrates tears.
Drawings dictate breathlessness.
Floral SolitudeDeepened, auburn waves elongate my skeletal poise.
Alongside frigid waters, tender blossoms drift within either palm.
Presented sincerity envelops vanishing breaths of untimely tenderness.
Upon assured finality, their petals dissipate resentful songs.
ObservationTrifle masks dictate ordinary direction.
Desires enrapture victorious trails.
Throughout cosmic indifference, I observe.