I rarely miss anyone enough for it to be painful

I miss time

And spaces

And places

And minutes

But the tangible slips

It is leaky-faucet drips

People are context

People are stillborn

Dead-aching

Unmoving

Unyielding

Stagnant

I miss hands and mouths

I mourn words

I mourn touch

I hold funerals for sunbeams that fell through leaves long since passed

You will find me penning epithets to hungry breath lost on cold air

I will leave flowers where music once rang

I will dig holes 6 ft deep for ghosts

And leave the bodies to rot, carrion-feast

And I will drown weightless in their graves as I stitch myself to phantoms

I've been working overtime with no pay

I'm the only place that she seems to stay

We're supposed to be the ones in control

Yet it seems that someone has reversed the roles

And even if she falls, sleep and sound

I'll still be playing in the background

I've been running, moving, active all night

Just replaying all the wrong things she did that should've been right

Whenever someone tries to engage

She stays trapped, me her unwilling cage

She can't leave and neither can I

We're supposed to be in harmony but that is a lie

The only thing we have that is the same

Is that we only have each other to blame

And the only thing in which we cannot fight

Is that we hope this is a story, one that someone can rewrite

It's been hour or three or five, for all I can count

And all we can consider is the easy way out

But thank goodness for the heart because the only reason her soul remains here

Is because the feeling of fear

When it comes to the unknown

Not knowing what will happen when we're six feet below

I've been running, running all night

No semblance of peace, no peace inside

And when she finally drifts away

To her 'quiet' place

I'm left here running, active, moving

Stuck in this place, I've always been

And the sorrow deep in her soul has started to embed

And the only time I'll be seen

Is when both of us are dead

12 months in a year, 7 days in a week, 24 hours in a day;

Have you ever wish not to live anymore?

How many times did you wish to end your life?

How many times did you take to end it?

It looks like the damage has been done and everybody gave up on you.

The bridges are breaking, your world is crashing.

It feels like you are just surviving, not living: eyes opened, yet still lifeless.

You wished for your own death.

But what if one day everything flipped or turned the way you never expected them to happen?

What if you are involve in a game between life and death?

What if the mastermind that you’ve been looking for is you?

12 lives, 12 missions, 1 game. You are the saviour of your own crime. Rules? Stay alive. Survive. Save their lives.

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#fiction #horror #paranormal

I can’t sleep.

I flip over and over

again and again

I can’t sleep

its hard.

I close my eyes

But my mind doesn’t stop thinking.

I can’t sleep.

Too much pondering,

troubles

I‘m asleep no more.