The Galaxy Lake

Surrounded by tired clichés,
My mind dies.
Dies again.
A myriad of mortal, mired ways.

As is wont with mind to mend,
I’m drawn to midnight lakes’ embrace.
My freezing, bare-feet thoughtless wend
To every deeper, quiet place.

I forget how elegantly swirling stars
Weave such delicate distractions.
Flickering inside and out
Barely seen refractions.

Starlight floats in darker water,
Gently mesmerising motes.
The lake becoming midnights’ daughter,
Magic and music without notes.

More oft’ my private galaxy,
Calms more than ‘cut’n’bleeding’,
Regardless, tonight my regret remains
Highly caffeinated, thoughts still speeding.

[End pt 1.]

silver kisses

I’m on my way down,
A slow and broken sinking.
Watch me as I drown
In the depths of overthinking.

Silver kisses touch on skin,
Exquisitely and softly.
Touch, but delve so deeply in.
So very costly.

Crimson roses blossom out,
Nourished from within.
Bright red petals forming
Morbid fractals on my skin.

I wonder how many flowers
Are left within to see..
Or if you ever drowned
Inside your mind like me..