when did we decide
that watching and hearing were enough

that touching was just too cumbersome
and smelling was just too heavy

i believe we are scared of what does not happen in movies.

there are seven billion people here
millions of whom
have killed
and robbed
and stabbed
and lied
and spit
and cheated
and you hate you
why
seven billion people
and you hate the only person
who looks through your eyes
and is innocent when shot

my hands are just as if not less clean as yours
i see the holes in His hands
and i feel the cut on His left
and i feel Him

but i do not feel me
and these gates are heavy

i wish i could peel back your skin
your skull
and read what you write in your head
the thoughts about me
are the only one's i'd read
good or bad
lighthearted or ******
do you think about me

the boy who cried wolf
had no reason to lie

did he lie for the fun
or did the wolves run
just in time?

he flew too high
and the sun cast him down
but if he had flown any lower
the sea would have swallowed him up

in the walls of the house
under the porch.

made by a monster, it seems.

i can hear them crawling.
i hear them when i am asleep, i see them in my dreams.

their eight black boots and nine steel eyes
they torture what they fear, just as i do.

they smell my sin but have no noses.
God or devil sent i do not know.

they crawl they stare

Them and God know something I don't.