Gemini

A Song of Pain to the Lost

The kiss of loss upon my shoulders, electrifying my spine and curving the arch of my back even harder
Reminding me of the pain, how my spine is now defunct.
The reality is spiritually arousing to me
I lost pieces of my nervous system to the pain of one man's struggle with his own hatred, sorrow, and guilt
And now he hath transferred that same struggling version, ugly, and voraciously hungry to consume what was and has been left of me.
People, they say, I am so sorry
They send verbal, technical blessings
And yet, they know naught the live virus of pain that truly lives beyond my back
That magnificently eats at my heart

The gain of the one possibly lost derides what may have been a miracle in disguise
But the blind leading the deaf, to open the mouth of the sun into the heart of the broken spirit cannot be done

Someone come fix me.

Tie my heartstrings to-gether, reattach the beat to my cardiac muscle
Open my pineal gland, by decalcifying my very human spirit from the hardness of human indecision and damned fright of that which can actually heal

Someone please heal me.

Give my spirit its ghostly form back, though you may not believe in its existence
Push, shove, and most of all shine the heat of an enveloping love around, within
Please surround it, engulf me in the splendour of truth of mine own unseen force.. renew my aura to have a gem of a sparkling REAL shine.

Someone has given me a bandaid- Someone please be my surgeon for life

Take my precious diamond, crystallized tears and count them
One at a time, from the time of my yesteryear, until the end of my life.
Don't be afraid of transmission of disease, my flowing bodily fluid is pure
The only pure form left within me.
So peculiar how it is so quickly hastened to flee from me.

Someone wash me brand new in the black waters.

Only one understanding can lead to another.
The highest mountain, one must throw me from to leave the past behind me
The unrevealed clarity dead to me as the black waters wash over my dashed body upon the rocks of yore that reveal.

Someone please,

Understand me, without selfish, angered eyes. Seeing only my pain written so majestically across my face.
For I did not put it there.
It was lent to me by the conditions of
Loss in losing
Less not the case, as more weakens me from each one kiss upon my shoulders that weakens by shock, curving my spine even more.