See-through

My body sweats what it can not cry.

raw I think to myself

Et ton corps il me chuchote de ton vie.

I am sorry mother.

And your name it burns under chaotic cities under mountain tops and you are unaware of the miracle you are.

All my bones creak as i move my tired wrists laying under summer’s artificial glow Magenta sheets cover my newly wounded flesh as i am stabbed with little doses of pain My scared skin tells tales of sinful days when i was the reason for all the pain.

I feel so lonely at night as i whimper for my heart for my freedom as i hold on to shadows of strong boulders as i whisper forgiving words to nothingness I feel so lost at night as I wait for a single tale or a single word that might save me from the emptiness in my heart and the fullness in my head I feel so empty at night as I remember the truth about when we were together or at least not apart I feel so shallow at night as i swallow the feeling of standing aside as I am left out simply for being who i am I feel so angry at night when i lose my voice for loving who i want.

Not for obsession Or for possession Just two souls together For a small forever.

I’m thinking about the boat About the pain of the storm As it lingers On my burnt skin As I hold on to the idea Of ever making it back to shore

I never wanted your heart. I just needed to understand.

Rip it out I can no longer withstand The pain of your absence

Trapped inside the vertex Of manipulation Ahead of a so called generation We stand between all conversations Of the flowing sensations Of all past possessions I've become master Of all flown Misperceptions.

The smoke in the air It dissipates All because of our want For bigger cities And tighter walls The colors of the buildings Variant like the ancient stones We built upon Street like view Of islands of waste Swimming in the rivers Of mountains of heist Deceive me Skyscraper With your glow under The morning gray sun Not much long Until we all become Fuel from the bones How much long? Until our byegone Comes for us all.

Under candle light I can almost grasp it My eyelids close to the feeling Joyful tones of colors That form images of lost cities My body sweats what it cannot cry and the city lights illuminate my passions a body, held, so strong The hot air whispers notes to my ears Behold my melody the night says As i whimper under cold shades My hands are shaken by unstoppable energy Featherlike heaviness is an oddly stranger And to my bones It only lingers It's like i can feel no touch.