fearstreams of beckoned screams
escape from your lips
braiding your breath like a lions mane
blown in the damp wind
plasteringlets of hollow dreams
sailing like medieval ships
off to make their mark and set their claim
upon seas that'll mend

wounds leaking
sounds speaking
wounds creaking
sounds seeking

for shelter

tidalabaster waves
crash against the
conCAVE
of confusion

it does no good to hide or run
the voice of the night
will lurk in the shadows of the daybreak
on the rise to fall
into this grave dug for the sun
buried in the chalky white
soot of cremated ancestors floating on a lake
in a roomless hall

wounds leaking
sounds speaking
wounds creaking
sounds seeking

for shelter

tidalabaster waves
crash against the
conCAVE
of confusion

exploding in ruby skies
evaporating smiling cries
reloading the barrel of thoughts
anticipating the stomach's knots

to be untied

to loosen the noose

to weaken the grip

to be free

from this shadow at my feet
whispering weapons hailing like sleet

ironing my wings
to cardboard canvas'
double-stitching them to
the frayed edges which
are unbelieveably
stronger than
bonding
words

sometimes i just
wanna lie down and die
merging with the
shadowhisperer
until the
shadows
find
out

that i just
pulled out my inner
self and inverted fears
to teach others a lesson
i never learned


till now

tis true
i am the
shadowhisperer

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