It’s Over

Yeah, I’m pretty sure.

Pretty sure I’m sick of you.

You and your heart break.


It Hungers

Here in the shadows

It is quite simple to feed

The darkest of thoughts.


Ever-Changing Paths

The shifting of sands

Reshapes which paths you can walk

But you take the steps.


Hunter the Cat

He watches the fish

With a piercing, icy stare

Waiting for his chance.


Changing of the Seasons

Do you hear the birds?

They sing with such pensiveness;

Waiting for winter.


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