I Am A Substance

I am a subtance

Limbs without a body

Unmoving in your breath

Forgotton by the rest

I am a substance

A drop of sweat that slithers

Down your spine

Leaving a watermark of a kiss

Behind

And a few open arteries

Softening the insides of my brain

I am a substance

A piece of rust that falls on my

Tongue

And makes me dizzy

Like some kind of sublime drug

That I'd sell my soul to have

I am a substance

I am something more divine

I am something that will hurt you

But then wipe the tears from your

Eyes

I am an artist

Who paints pictures of souls

But I yearn for the real thing

I am half of a life

Neither breathing nor still

Yet I still manage to hear the

Incessant murmuring of my ghost

I am an animal

Surviving on the bloody meat of a

Single solid memory and

A bong

I am a child

Pretending that love will last forever

Wishing that I woke up everyday in the

Palm of your

Hand

Yet I am a substance

A figment of my own imagination

Nothing more and nothing less

Existing

Lonely

I am dying