'Under the Pink'

...sitting in my room pouring saline from eyes like water from a thundercloud lacking the terrifying thunder to shake the world and the blinding flash of light meant to dazzle the watcher no you don't dazzle you depress with your salt and your water and your mascara running black down your face smeared upon cheek and chin and nose and ears and clinging to your hair like a drowning rat to his sinking plank in seas he never should have frequented in the first place ...


"Sadness? It is a word too freely flung about
from the ignorant mouths of those who do not know
what it is like to be haunted by a freezing, torturous gale,
and to be forced to hold the withered hand of eternal pain.
Where Nothing symbolizes Anything..."
- The Psychology of Demons and the Bitterness of Winter, Scholomance.