I’m free I’m free don’t you see the wings so becoming on me. As i sore through the air seeing the trees. i look down i see my knees. They are stuck don’t you see? Crooked, bruised, seizing from crawling back to your beating. I’m beautiful you see don’t you see. While you were spitting your pain and teething. Blaming my wings for your seething. Don’t you see don’t you see the pain you inflict on me. I’m still your little broken bird what’s stopping you from seeing?

I don't feel my heart anymore. I feel the cold breeze on the tip of my elbow. I feel the air in my chest squeezing rhythmically through the pockets turning into cells,life. Yet my heart. It just sits there never moving, solidifying. It's stuck you see? In between this brick wall and your arm. Slowly pressing inch by inch. As pressure starts to build up i feel its stress.I look down towards my heart to discover warm air sizzling through my chest. Floating through the air like pollen. I smile. Wondering if the steam will make you feel warm again.

I don't feel my heart anymore. I feel the cold breeze on the tip of my elbow. I feel the air in my chest squeezing through pockets turning into life. Yet my heart. just sitting there never moving, solidifying. It's stuck you see? In between the brick wall and your arm. Slowly pressing inch by inch, pressure building up. I look down towards my heart to discover warm air sizzling through my chest. Floating through the air like pollen. I smile. Wondering if the steam will make you feel warm again.

I. Am. Numb
The kind of numb you endure after the pain. Coldness, running through your body with ruthless envy for pure destruction. The kind of numb that after a while you become lethargic. Lethargic with the torment, i slip
                   slip into nothingness.
I. Am. Numb

My love life
its like that ****** up bumble bee you always see.
You know the one that hits into windows.
It seems like it is questioning its life with every inch of its body but still continues everyday to complete the task of getting pollen for the hive.

Deep dark blue glacier pools of artificial coldness,
your eyes.
In a hollow mahogany box i like to think that is where your selfishness sits, i find myself wanting to take a peak inside that box.
Thinking it will unlock the secrets in what makes you human, while
looking into that hollow shell you walk around in.
it's so dark there.
Uncomfortable but yet i am slipping, slipping within that dark.
Pull me into you.
Grab onto me fully ****** me down, down into the abyss, with you.
I can feel my lungs fill with water drowning, drowning in your sorrows.

Imagine the galaxy spinning out of control
onto the palm of your calloused, ***** hand.
I imagine how your eyes would light up
like the florescent bulb at 1 am.
Anyone else would sell it to the nearest buyer
for millions of dollars but not you.
You simply place it in a box
and mail it back to god.