Voids.

Upon a painted landscape I stand and stare, Horizons shift and churn like an uneasy audience.

You lock your eyes with mine only to realize they are all that you despise.

Weakened composure and a numb mind force a hollow smile--

All the while malice wells within your quivering hands.

So I'll take up this figurative shield and axe, and defend myself from being pushed into the black.

ink-stained and encompassed in silence, once again you disdain me.

I'll refrain from showing you the pain that those words drive me to.

Beyond the need to confront and stand tall, lest you wish to fall.

My eyes and ears adorn the wall, no matter how quiet I'll know it all.

Rooted with confidence, sleight of hand.. take up pen and journal, lock the door, sound a moving musical score.

It hurts to know your words and patience erode to nothing but a null node.

..I Wish I could still call this a humble abode.