Magical and inspiring
All my heart lies in the tips of my fingers

The memories of where they've been
The hearts they've traced
The skins they've ached to dance against

The language in which they speak
A language in which they are fluent
A language that is foreign and ever adaptive

So much sensory intake
So much motor output
All in the most neglected place

Finger tips left neglected
For actions of rushed intentions

All that is needed is to hod my hand
All that is wanted is a warmth
A fire that won't die when the night gets too cold

I don't need the wind through my hair
I don't to be exhausted by emotion
I just need to feel that my heart can still race

I just want a circulatory high
I want something no money can buy
I want the euphoria that no drug can provide

It doesn't hurt, this pain of mine
It feels fine, the ache of walking the line

Scars and fresh wounds, mark temptations indulged
My feet still soft, I haven't been walking long

The curse that I bare is nothing compared
To the the pain I could share
If I were to remain anything but alone

This enduring and dull ache
This constant stabbing in my bones
This constant acidic bur in my veins

How could I give that away?
How could I put that on anyone's shoulders other than my own?

To let this goblet of poison spill into you life
To let it become a river that floods the path you walk

How could I love you and then hurt you like that?
How could I look at you knowing that I'm no better than my past?

So I walk alone, letting temptation wash over me
In the form shackled comfort, a reminder of why I must stay

Sometimes I start to shake
For no reason, no reasons
Sometimes I want to scream
For no reason, no reasons

Always I want the hands that hurt me
For some reason, some reason
Everyday I wish she would take over
For this reason, for these reasons

One wolf to another
I crave fear, I live on it
Decisions are made based on it
If I can't feel the rush of anxiety
Then I can't feel anything at all

Fear is like the catalyst to it all
It's like the prism
Through which I can respond to
The many lights of the world

Nothing is scarier than you
If you mean all that you say
I'm already feeling the symptoms of fear
How can I not?

How is a candle to react
When it's whole life has been lived in darkness
When it finally sees another
The flame burns a new color
The flame burns with the same intensity

Suspicion would be natural
Caution would be instinctual
But what about jealousy
An aching so primal to ***** out
The flame from it's own wick
Just so it can share this new foreign flame

What if it feels like if I were to execute myself
To be alive in this new thing
That as soon as I saw all that I am
Once I saw my demons rush at me
No longer held back be a soul on fire
You would either rush me along side them
Perhaps you would just run away
Maybe I'd even run

More than anything
This wolf in front of you
Emaciated and caught in traps too many to count
Is terrified to the point of psychosis
That she will bite
That she will wound fatally

It's the lack of everything that fuels her
What if one less leak makes the water rush in faster
What if the insanity of loneness
Is a cake walk compared to the hot mess that you inspire

I lay here so silently next to you
As I watch the simple beauty of your sleep
My heart keeps my eyes open

Your hair is in danger of being tucked behind your ear
My lips ache to violate your own
Your body which is mine by association
Yet all together foreign seems to beg to be trespassed

Your eyes open
Reading books behind my own
As the inspiration of your breath writes them

My heart calms
My eyes had been closed all along
To open them

To find my heart as empty
My heart as dark
My heart as cold
As deep space

To find it full of similar
Abilities to combust with creation
Yearnings to offer infinite beauties
Available to anyone who would just look

Their hearts will break
Their skin and bones will break
Their hearts will grow fonder
Their skin and bones will heal

Their minds are yet more fragile
What happens in youth may pass
What is learned in youth may be forgotten

What is is hurt in youth may never forget
The pain of the memory of the wound
The scars they gain will never fade
Will always remain as permanent
Forget-me-not reminders

Love them while you can
Never raise a harmful hand
Show them how to change the world

How to rise above
How to stand up

To stand up tall
To stand up tall

Because their hearts will break
Their skin and bones will break
Their hearts will grow ever more fond
Their skin and bones will heal the world of sorrow

Yet still the mind is more fragile

This is why I'm up this late
This is why I wait

Connections that can only be made
After the sun sets
Before the sun can rise

While the sky is a pink blackish orange
I will reminisce about music
I will lament about hugs and whispers
I will wish for the roots I had before I had change

You will laugh
You will inspire wonder
You will wish for change while you still have roots
While the sky is a pink blackish orange