the bones in my body,
take beatings from Sun and Moon,
Songs and Burns,
moulding me into shapes unexpected,
Scarring me,
Leaving me thick Skinned,
To Grow back Anew,
Stronger, Darker,
But with Raw flesh underneath,
This vista of Feelings,
everything between the stars and the edges of our Dreams,
How vast my Emotions flow,
How they sing even over Rivers,
How there are whole Bodies of water,
Waters of emotion,
Pools, and Lagoons, of deep green and black,
how I can feel even a blade of Grass move,
every turning Leaf,
the Wind
and her Hunger, how the wind pains me,
As it enters my bones,
My Emotions dance in this Vessel of Mine,
A sad dervish, grieving over his beloved loss of Blood,
My Skin displaying none of the Above,
My Face not subject to Scuicide,
The Skull,
Mi Cara,
a theatre trick,
a Clown,
the Skull,
Upon holding the crown,
I Smile, with Full Lips,
Blinding the Blind.
I beat into my Body,
I Seek God in everything,
I go Speak with the Waters,
I Purge,
I hold myself through the Feeling,
I Get Up,
I get Up,
EveryDay,
I Get Up,
Even when the Dark shows up for Work,
Even when shes on schedule, Daily,
When the dementors come and start Sucking,
Feeding on Me,
Sent by They, and God, or Both, or All,
In the Seen and Unseen,
I Get Up
Feed myself even when the Gut cannot bare anymore Pain,
Where I cannot digest anymore Hurt,
Where I cannot Consume the fire,
Days where the Mouth was too Sick from the Heart that had been Punctured,
How the Throat would close Up,
Swallowed my Tongue Whole,
I Got Up,
I Fed Her,
I Feed my Flesh,
Even Now,
I Go to the Waters,
Ask them to Wash Me,
Ask them to clean the Wounds,
They Show me the Memories I am forgetting,
They Show Me the Skies,
Whilst Floating,
Moon Above,
Sun Above,
Looking Down,
My Mother and Father,
Beating me into Obedience,
The Trees cover Me from the Onlookers with forlorn Eyes,
The Ones who want to Sit With Me,
Pretending, Assuming,
They don’t know that the Wind here Knows my Name,
The Serpent’s serve Me,
As if I am their Own,
The Queens and Kings,
Of Renewal,
Providing me with Renewed Skin, every 9 Days,
The Serpents and their Cycles,
Displaying their Tongues,
To Ongoers who want to Harm,
Who have Poison Laced in their Eyes,
As if the Evil wasn’t enough for it to be on Heart,
But too, the Eyes swore.
They Don’t know,
What Poisons I Swim In,
that I still bathe with Death,
the Deadliest of Bloods,
sworn in Supposed Love.
In the Name of the Almighty>
A Lie.
Love is my Chalice,
I drink that which I am Part of.