Blood, thick warm molasses
Redder than the purest rubies
Glimmering, shining in the sunlight
Ill feelings make people choose rashly
Choosing runny water over molasses blood
Skin, merely colored paper
Each start with a clean slate
But over time paper will crumble
Paper can be cut, whole, burned
Bruised, sun-kissed, branded
Hearts, pounding drums
Beating out the rhythm of our lives
Events, chained or single
Can turn drums icy, some heated, some open to all, some locked up like diaries
Some are puzzles yet to be complete, some shattered glass
Lungs, air bags
Inhaling life, exhaling pain
Inhaling movement, exhaling evil
Inhaling evil, exhaling good
Lungs are brains on its own breathing in your perspective
Eyes, windows,
Not only to the soul
But to the heart, to the mind
Blinking, nailing shut to be blinded, blinded by love, by life, by pain
Letting tears of glass hit the floor and shatter, a danger to all those near you
Feet, movement
Paving ways to the brain
Leading the heart and body
Without thinking
Free spirited feet
Hands, grasping life
Holding near and dear
And letting go pain and fear
Hold on tighter
Grip on for longer
Mind, separate entity
Left and right
As different as day and night
Light and dark fright
Analyzing light, lies, lives, love
We are all the same
As different as you swear you are
We are all human
Flawed in unique ways
But no unique because we are flawed
Our flaws don’t make us
Nor do they break us
We are unique because of our state of mine
Lonely or alone, loving or in love
Mental states make us
