The darkness warms me
A thick liquid covering my skin
engulfing every pore
Drowning all of my sins.
I couldn’t tell you what wings feel like
Or what a smile does to my face
I did it once and it felt foreign
But the wind swept it away
To float off as particles into the sky.
I laughed, it might have been yesterday
or a season ago
It didn’t penetrate into my soul
Nor did it let me inhale any pure light
Humans find it addictive
That bright drug.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
The darkness warms me
A thick liquid covering my skin
engulfing every pore
Drowning all of my sins.
I couldn’t tell you what wings feel like
Or what a smile does to my face
I did it once and it felt foreign
But the wind swept it away
To float off as particles into the sky.
I laughed, it might have been yesterday
or a season ago
It didn’t penetrate into my soul
Nor did it let me inhale any pure light
Humans find it addictive
That bright drug.
