The moon howls maliciously as it surges in through your window, forcefully drawing the last thin layer of hope that remained, off your skin.

You let him. What is hope for anyway?

Your shoulders slump forward as the moon retreats. He shields himself behind the veil.

You have lost to him.

Your mind unconscious, your body a robot, your arm moves toward the countertop.

He is there.

The lifeless buds on your thin, wilting lips open upwards, only a bit, as you feel the sharp chill on the tips of your stems.

Relief.

You let the frozen waves crash over your limbs as they glide across you.

Satisfaction.

Crimson stains the sea.

"Oh dear, what a mess," you mutter, but you let it.

You let the crimson rise and intertwine with the waves, a beautiful sight.

But soon, the color fades, dispersing within the great depths of the ocean.

Discomfort.

It is not enough.

While one petal droops, the other reaches for the cupboard.

He is also there.

You shake the seeds,

So many of them, all at once.

And you plant them.

"It won't be long now."

You sprout up from the ground, fluttering in the wind as you make your way,

your way to begin writing your story.

Then you think to yourself, "Why should I? Is there anyone in this world who will listen?"

No.

So you log the rest of your brief, fleeting existence.

And you feel it.

It is time.

You're calm.

You feel ready for it.

And suddenly, your roots no longer kiss the ground,

your form no longer floats the sea.

You have risen to a higher realm,

where you are thrilled by the spinning of the galaxies, the planets, the nebulas.

And through the clouded vision of your emerald orbs, a black void calls you.

You willingly oblige, but not without the final goodbye.

"Thanks for nothing."

And the only ones who will remember you cry softly in the distance, as your soul fades away.

A catastrophe it is, and a hauntingly beautiful one at that.

But you feel your freedom as you drift into a dimension,

where no parasite will ever infest your leaves.

- B. C.

10:30 p.m.

Thank you for reading.

Before anyone decides to comment on how messy that probably was, and I'm not the type of person to bash my own writing, I'd like to say that I am not a poet. Poetry is not my forte. Poetry is actually really stressful and hard for me, but I've been kinda depressed lately so I was inspired. Annnd, I tried, because it's cool to experiment on new things and broaden your horizons.

So sorry if it sucks. I was trying to be deep and poetic and thoughtful by using metaphors and similes (I honestly don't know what those are but they have to do with poetry) and I was trying to communicate my thoughts by using nature. Besides, this is a Cat Lady (fanfic?) work and anyone who has played or watched playthroughs of the game will probably understand what I've written, or some of it to say the least.

Anyway, comment, favorite, and review please! Thanks for reading.

(On a side note, to those who are waiting for me to update Horses, you'll probably have to wait a while...or for the rest of eternity...for me to update that one. I honestly have no idea what I was writing.)