It swells out and undulates in the breezes
Constant push and pull spreads the layers thinner
Colors bleed out a long time before
Fabrics beat against weathered wood bones
This house longs for something to fill its stomach
And slowly the waving banners fall to sunlight

There was something
A boiling burning ash that kept me from you
Oil black and binding poured through my throat
I choked on the words of my lips
And so let you go, spiraling away
Oblivion always awaited you
In the blinding redness there was no one to save
You will never again know the twisted passages
Of the central part of something, that is farthest from the outside
Others hold so dear

I think we never left our homes
Dreaming with stuffy noses and sore heads
But far from done in the day

Pressure building around eye sockets
Take another breath and get some rest
Too many are sick at heart

Journey's too long to take
So we follow each other down to home
And rest our heads sunday afternoon

So we know we never left
Never will
Until the sun fades

She rolls her lip beneath her teeth
Another scab to add to the dusty corners
But it doesn't matter and it never did

Till the stream runs dry and the dirt cracks
Paper thin skin will have its seams
She's a camel without a desert

The red mouth's been pricked and poked
Never wet enough for the thirst to stop
Born without water though her breath forms vapours

Here comes the start
Words bottlenecking against folds of the brain
Paper remains unstained
Blank sheet, swirling mind

There'll be more of this to come

I could be the wings that shelter you
Though an angel I may not be
Nor am I demon for my soul is only gray

This stone's face you see is only what I show
Frozen volcano beneath the dark of snow
Get close enough to feel the warmth but watch for the glow

For now I'll be your shelter
But tomorrow I'll be a storm
Come close if the heat is something that frightens not
Something cares still in this hollow heart

She's always been a shifer
A faceless creature lurking behind the scenes
A thousand guises to pain over the
Grey canvas of colors adorning

In the web she's spun, she's no spider
Only a dancer on the strings she's strung
Oh many know her where the forest dwells
Though no one sees her

A flick of a hand brings new features
She speaks through many throats and tounges
There's many hands that claim to match
But only one fingerprint remains

Who's to really know the looker?
Not the characters she plays nor those who think they're closer
A secert not worth knowing but always kept
A deviation that's all she is