When the music's off and the room gets empty

Prisoner #028

I am a prisoner in my own skin.

I am chained to a bundle of thoughts.

A sea of emotion.

And i am tortured with the longing of my past.

Wait!

dont come to close.

it may get on you.

my disease,

my hurt,

i may become attached.

you do not deserve that.

your skin is like moonlight.

you are an unblemished lamb.

your hair is like silk

perfect and untangled.

your emotions are freeing,

they allow you to know.

you are beautiful,

i am grotesque.

marks down my thighs,

parasites in my mind,

memories recited,

         look at her.

                        her hair, her skin

have you seen her?

                                why is she so.......         Horrendous?

If you touch me,

Will you recoil?

Will the filth seep into your flawless glow?

I see your hands, so soft, unscarred—

What would they feel against this ruined skin?

ruined marks of red and white.

But still, I long to stand beside you.

To borrow a piece of your light,

Even if only to see my shadow sharper defined.

You deserve what you have,

i have earned my punishment.

for it is a crime to survive.

fly high, and stay away.

-August

xx MWAH!

(honestly no idea where this one came from; its a cool idea though)