coursing my veins still blades pursue thin threads of peace that keep me together with weak tendrils of coping habits that have barely managed to wrap themselves around my flesh and mind
i can see the insects up your back crawling your skin like their colony, picking on the tender white until it becomes red your nails, sharp and pearly nails as they scratch the lumps and everything and yet despite your efforts, they persist
perhaps you and i have much more in common than i thought
seeping through brown-riddled veins flowing a gently fervent stream from my wrist, a perfect red dreams of an escape from all of this turmoil and stress can be attained through a single temptation from the acquired gaze of a small blade
she said: "i'm pretty when i cry" oh , how i relate to her so deep for when i tear up, i feel weak and yet i feel so warm and in my skin, so comfortable and all the more scarier through my convulsing body at ease
light-bound revered idol in the sky preaches velvet soft respect for all and yet, it seems all too wrong considering all believe opposite but then call themselves 'saved'
burdened on my shoulder rests a green, white flag it's simplicity, yet it's alien appearance to all these white blinded people with their white-like-mindedness- -their morality consumed by (white) promises of humor, telling me i should go back to where i left for their own sake my mom tells me, "ignore their words." my father the same. they wouldn't care since they have already found their kind within this land of maple leaves and unpromising history so why do i have to bear the burden of carrying the flag of the stars for them?
two faces, two egos to my face you tell me everything is fine for every flaw i perform, for every mistake and yet, you spit venom behind my back on my name
interwoven bodies everywhere frightening weights of "love" they almost make me gag, this fake admiration for another and yet, i find myself wishing for that same close company all despite my irks
i live in my own mirage of countless bees and their honey-touched compliments, the delicate petals they bear—the only solace i'll find in this sad dulled hive of a recluse
mind is pacing hands are full calendar ticking away towards bound due dates sweat in sleep that no tablefan can fix thoughts of exams and fears reoccuring torment of embarrasing moments that i want to keep away
kitchen counter riddled in grey marble a fragrance of burning wood and candy solar blessings filtered into linear lines fruits spread in an ikebana rainbow a jar of sickly saccharine sugar atop a syrupy taste lingers in that air
i long to breathe it in once more that sweet air of my grandma's house from all these 11,285 kilometres away from home and ten years from those first moments of life
i am forever a balance of weakness and soft skin with scales forever still as a statue, carrying the burdens of heavy insecurities that i can never comprehend and understand
accumulation of outer thoughts build the mind of a fragile husk quietly, they have been shaped to what they are now; the effects of a mindless egregore called influence
seething rage through metal bars teeth bared like razor sharp knifes an inferno builds up inside me, a heat red under my own skin - as you still and watch mouths open in folly; a circus lion to an audience
poisoned youth rest along the grey heralding you their saviour their freedom, their salvation and yet you stride by as the missiles fall and bombard the land, their black, green, red, and white haven, now with tainted blood and sickness
it feels all to awkward listening in to the chimes of others as i sit silently wondering why i even bother socializing when there is no point of me including myself within their laughs and jokes
up in a chokehold by lifes cold hands color draining slowly from my eyes everything now in black and white i've been alone for so long now, in this solitary coffin of mine