sickness
secretes from
my tongue

the lines
on my spine
create a song

the words
mumble
from in between my teeth

the lines
drawn on my skin
present my worth

no breath
within my lungs
can make me breathe

the sun
upon my skin
can't wrestle me

the books
deep in my mind
create my life

the stars
that shine
don't ever grant my wish

i've tossed
so many stones
across the lake

while counting
all the freckles
on my skin

and maybe
i've become obsessed
with fate

i never
really put a name
to it