He ascended to the room
That seemed to have blocked him from reconnaissance
For it takes the form of overlapped ropes

He explored the bastille
Where affection was imprisoned
For it was located in prison cells

He always knew
That freedom was sacred to the body
That exploration was claimed by the soul

But his love for adventures, uncertainty and even endangerment,
Has kept him close to both
Her brain and her *heart

when i was 10,
my father said,
"i'll walk the aisle when you wed. "
when i was 12,
my father unfurled,
"you're dead to me if you like girls."
when i was 14,
my father cried,
"slit those wrists, say goodbye."
when i was 15,
my father did grieve,
"pick up your bags, i need you to leave."
now at 16,
my father is silent.
my home is too far,
my wrists are still violent.
my family is none,
my bones have grown weary.
life's closing my door;
deaths locking the windows,
im trapped in a shell
of homosexual innuendos.