Mellifluous Murmurs

Feel Again

The abode of my mind;

A joystick in hand and a paintbrush at heart.

Thoughts flood me out towards the ocean 

For I have surrendered to the most miserable.

I have sold myself to a genie with no power but control,

The genie who threw me off onto the curb and stained my delicate, white dress.

I wanted to run,

Run for dear life,

But I was dwelling in the urge of hunger– 

Hunger and darkness,

I thought that I had no place else to go.

Being called human is a judgement that calls for fix, 

Something I can't do.

I look back at this like it was just yesterday, 

Reality strikes me twice–

I find myself in a ring of fire,

Feeling each burn crisp my skin into ashes.

I am looking in the wrong book to escape to, I flip the pages and my heart races

Because I feel nothing as I reach over

To feel the heartbeats that don't exist.

Desperation fills my destiny,

I can't breathe this air no more– I won't live in pollution.

I was borne and sheltered under the wrong house,

Sin was my master and the devil was my accomplice– We lived in the flesh and made it come alive,

That my friends, is when I died,

I died in the arms of the bondage in the flesh.

I learned from the life of danger

That people would go for miles just to watch you burn;