Rip my heart cleanly from my chest,

Crush it until it’s dust before my eyes,

And let my body lie exposed to the elements. 


Icarian Demise

Hope is the worst feeling. When you’re ready to give up, it’s the light
that keeps you going, suffering through everything weighing you down
and draining you of every last drop of your being.

It’s the end of the tunnel that you see and sprint towards
to finally be happy. The light gets brighter and brighter
until seeing is completely impossible.

Then you realize you flew too close to the sun
when you crash into the surface of the water.

You don’t die; no, that’d be too easy.

Instead you’re left struggling to breathe,
trapped underwater, being pulled beneath the
sanctuary of the light, held close to the surface,
but slowly being dragged further below.

You try your best to fight, because you still see a
faint glimpse of hope left. You’re incarcerated
by the water, sinking towards the nexus 
of your world.

That hope diminishes, and
you’re snuffed out.

Icarian Demise


I’m sitting here, daydreaming of what we could be.
I don’t have the power to change a thing, though.
So now I’m sitting here, as frozen as snow,
Looking back in time, indulging on memories.

There’s an unsettling sadness about a pleasant past,
Especially when I long so desperately to be happy again.
What I am now is a hollow husk, a shell that’s broken,
With the only emotion of sadness in a flash.

I’m better off alone instead of being transparent
To my so-called “loved ones.” I’ll sever the ties,
Cast off my heart, let everything I cared for die,
For the sake of making myself prominent.

I’ll let what resides in me out to rebel
Against a cruel and distorted society,
And from there, I’ll disrupt my internal hierarchy
So that my suffering may finally unravel.