I am crushed,
like how he...
Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
I wonder...
Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
I thought I'd found happiness
it just so happens...
Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...
They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...
You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...
the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...
My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...
Lately, it's felt nearly impossible
to get out of bed...
The wail of man-breathed wind floats here
And bodies lay that felt no fear...
When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...