Public Phantoms

Tired of lying for a living
Of hiding behind this steel mask
While unseen wounds accumulate
As tribute for a feeble soul
But the show must go on.
Sleep only comes
With insufficient lullabies
In dreamless lands
Where angels refuse to tread
And guardians are too weary
To settle uncertainties.
Pain and cold taking their rightful place
Veiling costs too steep
Behind tokens of solace.

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*Don't criticize this too much as it's pretty much raw material. No polish this time.

There she sat on her bed, back curled against the numbing concrete. The music was blaring and why not, her roommates did it all the time. This time was hers and she needed it; needed to feel the guitars around her while the door was locked, in her mind. Each moment that passed the noose seemed to get that much tighter. Then there was that little knife glaring beside her, not as rescue though not a friend of the rope. The blade offered release no matter how temporary. However one question remained: was the noose tight enough that release was required?

Alpha

Julie entwined her fingers with Samantha's as the tears began to stain her cheeks. Sam could clearly see that Julie was breaking yet she knew of nothing else to do except be there and keep the foundation.

It had at least been weeks leading up to this moment, the only signs were Julie turning more and more into herself and those intense stares at reality. Samantha had no way to prepare and continued putting this moment off in the distance praying, without God, that Julie would get better however the fair days were just that, fair. There wasn't much keeping Samantha from shattering herself except for her defense of looking at things objectively, although one can only detach themselves from existence for so long before it catches up. This time it came full speed ahead with marred survivors.

Julie turned away forcing Sam to look at her back, her spine seeming so fragile as she tugged at her hand. Samantha searched the universe for the right words to reverse this, to make everything better but everything was cold and black. She resorted to blaming herself then ultimately blaming Julie. Things weren't as bad as she was making it out to be. She was allowing this to happen and if she only fought harder... But Julie had been fighting for so long there just wasn't any willpower left. To be her savior, to preserve Julie, to preserve them if only Samantha could find a way, yet the tunnel seemed closed off.

Julie squeezed Samantha's hand allowing a tear to fall free. Sam waited as the silenced endured. A murmured voice cam from that fragile shell. "This isn't the end." Samantha questioned Julie, not knowing if she had heard correctly for this most certainly was la fin. Julie repeated herself and added, "be safe, love". Her grip loosened and her body curled in the contour of a sow bug. Samantha pulled fleece over the childlike figure and waited, for that was all that was left to be done.

Beyond

*Wrote this awhile ago but just recently did the final touches.

Here I am at the edge of the world because of them. They wouldn't come to me so I have no choice but to go to them. The passing of days and the ticking of minutes became pointless, my path being hidden by their exhausting mind games. I could feel the rotation of this planet every waking moment and even now as I stand at the edge it is giving me motion sickness. All this pointing to the fact that Terra 3 is not my home, though belonging never fit this skin. And the few (the rare) were always destroyed by the "higher" design making it impossible to bear this rock, forcing paranoia into my demeanor. Of course the hiding only made me restless which led to eschewed eccentricity. They ignored my screams that pushed the Richter so here I am, standing at the edge of this desolate bastille. Maybe now they'll hear my fall.