And I almost forgot how it felt to be cold,
A touch of light reached my face
and brushed my bones.
The ash is raised off my skin
and I can feel the fever again,
God ****** it burns.

I'm injected with a heat
that serves to the cold.
It lights the way,
Softens the concrete,
Opens the Winter Sun.

Then the rain settles in,
Washing and cleansing
The long roads of their dirt
and grime.
My feet feel clean,
and ready.

Finally.

This world is fragile.
Those hands aren't worthy.
Those words aren't just and
These actions don't suit.

Take it to the line.

You don't see the damage you do.
Your destruction continues to spread like the plague,
Burning our hopes and
Shaking our souls.

*Ouch

My hands perform as ghosts
As my eyes gaze through air.
Blue blood stands still,
Red cheeks fade grey.

I Am Not A Human Being

Can you touch me?
Can you feel me?
I couldn't feel your hands.
There is no oxygen,
And no movements,
And no being

Numb,
And Apathetic,
And Uninhabited.

I Am Not A Human Being

Where is that beautiful head?
For this mind is cast dull.
There is no wit,
There is no laugh,
And there is surely no tears.
Why, Dear Soul,
Why are my colors so raw?
Why is my heart so cold?
Why is this house so

Alone?

It's hard not to stare when eyes command such glory,
and hands expose such a pleasing picture,
and hips sing such a festive song.

There's a sweet amour
for a smile that transcends any star.
For a soft wrinkle that deeds divine interest,
and the scar that rewards the conquer of turbulence.

How strong and worthy you are
and blissful and replete.
You are perfect,
You've earned everything.

Spin the world right round,
right round,
and please, teach me how to dance.
You made this path, so lead the way.

I will stare, and I will follow, and I will smile.
I will need you, but I will not love you.

The sun rises,
The mind sets.
The laughter fades,
The tears stop,
The yelling calms,
The stress evaporates
And here, lies a blank, soulless, slate.