Some things have changed,
Your footsteps,
Scattered across
the floor,
Flat silhouettes,
Black,
With ash and
earth,
Blood and
shadows,
Nightmares and
dreams,
They have
faded,
Into that
misty grey,
Of old days,
And remnants
of memories,
You walking
back and forth,
Bleeding thoughts,
That darkened
your sleep,
Weeping ink,
As your
thoughts cut deep,
Your paper
discarded,
The floor
worn,
As I watch
you,
Wear away,
Waxing and
waning,
Day to day,
Going out
like a star,
With the bang
and blast of a supernova,
Or to turn
slowly within yourself,
And into a
black hole,
Become slowly
a creature-thing,
Consuming yourself
whole,
Continuing your
soliloquy,
Late into the
night,
Till the sun
cracks through,
The porcelain
darkness of night,
And bring in
the glaring dawn.
~Rei Shiori
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