Stained

I am temporary eternity in a breath between two closed eyes. I was summoned into existence from a question without an answer that refuses to stop being asked. Echoing in dreams you have that aren’t yours. 

Love is the voice of a key never turned in a lock welded shut by nostalgia. I am the frozen shadow of a language spoken between lost inspiration

and forgotten light. I breathe, how fear thinks. Forming in the screams that can only be heard where faith rots. My gaze pierces. My thoughts vibrate

active meditation hunting chaos. A book bleeding forgotten greatness on sacrificial alters. Don’t follow me. I walk where reflections forget their

purpose and destruction devours transformation. I am the shape of your fear when it decides to fight for death by way of inversion.