I'm sitting here
and I have no idea why,
But what I do know is that my eyes are wet.
I touch my eyes
and I realize that I'm crying.
How could this be?
I was a perfect stranger
enslaved to this feeling of crucification.
But this is a wild, wild world
Everyone's just holding their peace.
I feel for you
Why don't you feel for me?
I know I'm a less perfect portrait of porcelain,
A less perfect version of you;
Those were the days
Now there is distance that separates us
And that distance is the cool air that hits the nakedness of the flesh.
That cool rush of air reminds me of these pictures of you
They're a perfect allusion to prove
That certain things really shatter every sermon.
You know what?
Let's make it rain;
You and me!
Let's see who can make it rain harder!
You'd see fire way too soon; this fury is killing me
But now I'd know that I would no longer be a slave to this broken, broken feast.
This could end somewhere,
Maybe it could end here
Between the lines,
a drug that keeps each of these deafening sirens calling.
It's blinding me the same way that it plugs out my hearing.
We entered this crazy cave
It made us believe that we could be broken together;
Can anybody hear me?
I feel like I'm screaming in a crowd
but you put me on mute.
I just want to be held
I want to escape from all of this
This entire world is disguised in this theatrical stage
I want to be led out of the dark,
So somebody lead me!
I'm a machine
Running on permenant setting
That couldn't
Ever
Be changed.
I refuse to wait,
No more,
Please...
No more.
I wanna push back the dark
I wanna break these rooftops
I wanna be high on my own silhouette.
Let's not scream any more rancid breaths
We're already inside out;
We're inside out!
But we're mostly
Ever so shattered and stolen,
Barren with our naked bodies spread out.
There's a devil.
Among us,
Within us–
I have an idea, though
Let's murder it,
Let's tranquilize it!
But dear sister, tranquilize me first
Because you turned me into this devil
It lives within me forever and ever.
Irony, yes?
That's what I said before I saw you run me over.
I'm screaming endlessly.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁