slow and deliberate hounded by ancient wardogs you the prey feel the life drain from your legs the hunter pausing and observing from the darkness enjoying every moment of the hunt the whistle of a dart missing target and striking root just a hair’s breadth away the chase is over in your mind as a low growl emerges from the undergrowth you had miscalculated from the start never was the hunter in the shadows but inside your head all along
Tag: Singapore
moondust dipped fingers tracing the curves of the cold autumn mist the nights hears your debauchery and trembles
unashamed unhidden truth stirs: in darkness we share blindness
the slow autumn light dims a symbol of ash and circle burns cold on bare chest
bind smoke into ropes bind nothing to nothingness and proclaim the emptiness of the void this act is enough to seal flesh to pact
to glow without witness to die without applause a star learns shame when it falls into the sea
in odd tantrums the autumn rain falls at last
moss for hair a cradle of roots for a heart the beast peers wildly through deer skulls scrutinizing its kingdom of green
unmoving eerily still at the bottom of the sea the fish will gather and offer their prayers to a new god who joins them drowned but born again
in the mud in the rain lies a strange cracked mask rehearsing its lines going through the emotions of the faces it has worn the lives it has lived and still never truly understood who it was or what brought about its creation a mask worn for too long is still a mask a bare minimum to face this savage world
