Short stories.

Thoughts, images and dreams.

Embrace that never was.

I tried to paint, honest, i did. I wanted to paint the world for you, but the end result was pathetic and sad, nothing but bloody smears on a dirty window.

Bittersweet.

I sit at the window, staring listlessly at the rain, drops of water land on my face sometimes, mixing with the tears. On my tongue is a bitter-salty taste of happiness long gone.

Day by day.

I lie in my grave, with no tombstone, no casket, just damp soil around me and look up at the sky.

Gods of old.

Locked in the bone-crushing embrace of our bizarre mating ritual we dance on the broken glass of our fantasies, letting our souls entwine, bodies burning with lust, love and passion thrown away to be

Newborn.

You will think you hate me, but in truth you will hate yourself, for i will show you the monster that lies in wait within you, the depraved creature that you truly are.

Do you know my name?

And i shall stand at your feet, unforgiving and benevolent as ever, bathed in the light of heavens and drenched in blood of millions of lives. And whisper but one thing in your ear.

Forgotten ones.

So lonely amidst crystal trees, in the forest of forgotten paintings of the past. Silence all around, silver of the moon breaking, reflecting in transparent stumps of chopped off fingers.

In love with myself.

Have you ever felt a surge of something almost profound, filling every cell of your being, 'till you've felt as if you're going to burst, spilling it all around yourself?

Mirror.

I breath the night air fully, as if for the first time, filling my lungs with it to the brim, until it feels as if they will burst, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Mistake.

Would you ask me not to hide and be myself with you, whatever it may lead to?

Perfection.

I am ashamed of myself so much it hurts.

Path to take.

It has been so long since we set out on our journey that i'm not sure i can even remember what drove me to take that step out the door in the first place.

Never again.

I wonder what the sky feels now, having lost one of it's eyes, knowing it will never be able to show off it's favorite bright blue dressing gown?

Dream of me.

By day you tell me your dreams, by night i give you something to tell me about.

Silent cries.

Nothing can be a worse torture then the fact that i can not stop loving you no matter what.

Impure.

Piece of paper, pure as fresh snow... 'tis my playground.

Solar.

I remembered the words "We are responsible for those we tame." So what was there to say of those we create?

Curse.

An old amusement park, sidewalks covered in dead leaves, faded candy wrappers scattered around, littering the corners where wind can't reach with it'...

Reality of dream.

No words will come tonight, no thoughts. Blindly stumbling in the darkness, crawling on my hands and knees, feeling my way around, nothing but...
Cherry

Illusion of serenity.

Thinking to myself - "Why not?", i take a step back and leap off the cliff i have been standing on the edge of for the last several years, looking at...

Unseen beauty.

Dark are the days in the place where i dwell, amongst past hates and long forgotten lusts, a place beyond time and space, where memories of long gone...

Keeper.

Darkness spread across the sky as the first heavy drops of rain fell into dust, distant rumble of thunder a messenger of nature's fury to be...