I sense nothingness

As a flower in the mind of a stolen god,

perched on the frame of a gargoyle

perched atop a gothic castle

my words as floating screams;

this is our imagination, dreaming seas of perfection,

I have no more strength to stand

I have no more skies to peel

atop a decaying sun

(whispers) I cringe,

this is the pain, this is the ice

this is the needle

I’m stuck