The Raving moon shines at night.
Darkness and light join together at dusk
As I look into the mirror, I see a beautiful face;
The crown is my prison,Holding all the things theTrue me desired lockedForever in the Tower of London
You wanted my heart,It is damaged, Black and blue with Stitches that never dissolve
*Trigger Warning: Childhood Sexual Abuse Recovery*
I ride the Tokyo train lineLike how emotions circulateMy head and heartAlone in the center Of my loneliness
A fire grown cold, no longer providing warmth. Only ashes and flickering embers left behind, struggling to hold on to something no longer…