Within a corner resides a shutter
paintchips form a pool of lead...
We were so young,
with our minds so clear and simple...
Tucked away safely
within a closet...
Open hands release
French white doves into the path...
Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...
I was an awkward child.
Stumbling over my feet...
Born with soft, strong wings
flew into the depths of hell...
Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...
I find it funny:
Those who don't believe in me...
Born
screaming leg kicking...
I can't help but fail.
Nothing can prepare you for...
I didn't choose this face I wear; I didn't choose...
I didn't choose existence nor my sex nor to be...