I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

Don't let me die yet
I have things to do...

Tears build slowly
Pooling in the aching of my chest...

I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...

There's something deep inside me
That wants to find a home...

The wail of man-breathed wind floats here
And bodies lay that felt no fear...