Bleeding Light Project |

Never Here

I stepped into the silence
It swallowed me whole
But it wasn’t empty
There were pieces…
pieces of myself

Cracked memories floating by

vivisection
split clean, a dissection
quiet nerves, the heart exposed

compliance carved in increments
doubt cauterized at the root
the body learns what the mind resists

Your voice claws into my eyes
Desiccation of the mind taken without consent

I feel you deep inside
Every crevice, flayed and subsumed

My screen is bleeding light
Tell me it’ll be alright
I’m smiling, to rip through the pain
One more tap, and I’ll play it again

Am I the cog
Or the dust that falls between
Am I the fuel?
Am I the waste?
Or am I the machine?
Do I show myself?
Or do I carry on unseen?