These days seem important / but I won’t record it
There’s a serial killer on the loose
Roaming places you once knew
SAID YOU HATE IT TOO
Blackouts in Spain
Signals lost in Europe
Doc says I’m insane
Your image
Burns like sunrays
Might forget your name
But not today
I’m switching squads
Never tell me the odds
GOT IN TROUBLE FOR COLORING!
And watering my plants
Prob gonna buy. I can barely walk. But one can dream and waste money simultaneously..
Want another poem?
Oh you want me to open it? I gotta read it for you too? *rolls eyes*
You ask me what I think?
Relax and let the ship sink.
The fridge is empty.
That’s why we’re sinking?
One day
I know you will write
Until then
You keep on counting when
The sun will turn grey
Like my head will one day?
In between the heartache
The constant tug-of-war
The daily battles
And crying on the floor
The thinning hair and desires
And hours wanting more
There was so much love
Worth fighting for
6000 years of nihilism but there’s gonna be hell to pay
He went through all the emotions at once
Psychosis
Like distant chanting
There were no monks
Yet heard voices calling
He locked death in trunks
Hey,
Where are you? I’m locked out of my account. Like being locked out of the house. But there’s no yard about.
There’s a stench
Coming from below
Where the landlord resides
Could be a dead body
Could be anybody
Decisions don’t decide
I like when the killer walks me to the exit gate / cuz I’m his favorite / the one he’ll never hate
He called
Said time isn’t linear
I bawled
Lips confessed he was a sinner
We were standing in a blast zone
I knew we didn’t have too long
I asked, who ripped the soul from this place?
Like he was looking at heaven’s grace
(can’t take his eyes from my face)
Couldn’t tell you
I’m better or worse
Wouldn’t tell you
I might need a hearse
He’s double worried.
Again worried.
So make that a triple.
I picked up a lot of details.
5 men.
Drones.
Rooms with blue lights.
Cancer.
Cops.
Mexico.
An apartment.
Girls who disappear.
But my house is trapped with a single blade of worry.
…. the kind of love letters i receive (thought i’d share a tidbit cuz i don’t kiss and tell) (the entire things reads like a horror film – but he’s worried for me – really really worried). This is how I hyphen unless it’s a sugar-free word. I dunno. I’m not changing now.
I’m not sharing the rest of the DM, not even with the FBI. It does read a whole lot better than this whole blog post but I think there might be at least three lines in this blog post that were worth reading plus you got a new photo!?!
Okay BYEEEE
(And the Army trained me to take on more than 5 guys. So did my skinhead boyfriend. It was a long time ago and I was dumb. But I remember his best friend was named after a black guy and I said that must suck. Because he was a racist, but his name was Jesse Williams or something
I’m not racist. I hate everybody but listen they were OK. They were fucking racist but the irony was the white dude was named after a black person so I just thought that was interesting cause I was 15 years old so don’t take it out on me OK because I made fun of him for being racist AnyWho.
I’m done correcting the AI for free
He also likes to change the word nihilism to nationalism and I would block him as quickly as you can say gross – but they think they can force electronics on me and I’m about to go AWOL I’m fucking dying anyway like I literally fell out of my bed and now I’m back to barely being able to walk again even though it’s not because I fell out of my bed. I just don’t know what the fuck is going on
I can’t walk. I’m gonna get some running shoes, seems practical. 
Why aren’t you here to carry me?
I don’t need anyone to euthanize me. I can do that myself.
I MADE SURE I WAS SET UP JUST IN CASE
Of a break in
Or breakdown
Planning ahead
I mean, not planning
Uhm
It’s JUST IN CASE
I forget your birthday or something
39?
40?
I went six months thinking I was older than I am so leave me the fuck alone
(It’s a figure of speech)
😭
I’m just being proactive?
At least it’s updated
With blood-stained carpet
There’s an old dusty fan
Spinning right over your bed
The only noises are the planes overhead
Chimes with random messages
Claim drones instead
Said there’s a wall
Full of something sinister
Pictures lined with pictures
Killer stalking killer
Who then will acquit her
Like he’s a protector
Said they work in teams of 5
Things that made him quiver
Clues, worries, blessings, confessions
A messenger with lessons?
I’ve got a mountain of sorrow
We could meet
You could sign a lease
Or you could borrow
Free next week or tomorrow?
Your lines
Equipped to mine
Fly faster than earth’s rotation
Despite hesitation
Each time a soul is born the sun loses mass
I know my math
Impermanence
Like walking into a fog that swallows all clarity
I am this
Slowly etching fists
The ground broke the dissent
Message received
Like a spear in side
Am I deceived
You’re a ghost or guide
Above or underneath
I can’t decide
I received
An ominous message by you
Like walking on eggshells
I gotta break them first too
Otherwise, what do we do?
I scream
But now my silence is the loudest in the room
Like fingers mimic shadowwork
Deep inside I guess he knows my worth
Now cops and drones
And smoke and darkness
Won’t cover my bones
I stand tall alone
In my restless dreams
Nestled in between
What happens if you slip and fall
What happens if the rope breaks
When you’re crossing frozen lakes
Bridges iced from all we take
Just one more wake…
Stop laying on the floor
Covered in your own blood
Guess the gun didn’t jam
Get up, give a damn
Maybe stick around
The way I haunt you
Eons not enough to
So what? we’re dying
You gotta push through
Nine seven three
Who the fuck keeps counting
Get up off the ground
Or take an intermission
Put a tourniquet on what is missing
Oh honey I am listening
He’s not happy where he’s at
I can see it in his frown
Want to wear it like a hat
Wash it over me
Drown in the aftermath
I do judge
Like a great reckoning
I carry grudge
ALL LINES RHYMES AND CRIMES WRITTEN BY ME (minus the ominous message)
Copyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
(p∞)
The power really is out in all of Europe and there potentially is a serial killer loose in New England or thereabout
There’s this one guy who answers me immediately if I leave him a comment under any of his videos on his TikTok but if I say hi to him in his live stream, it’s like I don’t exist
so I unfollowed him and followed him back because I have the worst etiquette in this hell hole
Also I think some guys get mad when they see that I’m writing boys in prison!?!?
But it wasn’t a loveletter
It was a poem about black holes and hell
As if I needed to remind him that time is forever
And I ain’t even mailed it
I literally get in trouble for fucking coloring on my live stream and I’m covered up and fuck you. I have to see men all over TikTok, barely wearing anything.
I hope more of you drive off a bridge
I think “fuck you” sounds nicer
You stayed? Goodnight. All my clothes are dirty, and the landlord has not given me the free washer and dryer that he promised me which means I probably need to invest in one which is another fucking expense
PoeEternal 