daylight is for devils too.

your voice

is seared into my mind,

the shrill sound

like when angels scream

and devils dance

and it is one decibel away from

u n b e a r a b l e

it calls from within,

challenging my last stand

against you,

and every damn word

tastes like poison

i can still see your smirk

and that look you give,

your pitch black

soul-haunting stare

stealing my breath

every.single.time.

and I’m left gasping,

choking on a memory,

my tenuous grip on sanity

one slip away from broken

and with these flashbacks

you prove

that not all monsters

live in the shadows

you walked under the sun,

eyes gleaming

and a smile on your face

and yet

you’re far worse

than any demon

i’ve met

in the dark

– ashley jane

Twisted Sparrow


She used to be so delicate, like a dandelion, but he made her strong. Now he is the one trading all tomorrows for another day breathing her words.

His little bird is now his twisted sparrow, siphoning his darkness to meet his demon with her own.

* Photo via Google images