I know I’ll never fit my skin.
It’s tired, worn, useless, thin.
A star's glow trapped in my eyes.
Buried in dark, I see no rise.
The weight in my chest,
from poison in my breath,
Plays the hymn of my soul,
On the strings of my death.
My shadow, a wanderer,
where light dares not tread,
Dreams forged in the gallows,
where demons are fed.
Each song, a lament.
Quantum sonnets ignored.
In the endless night,
bound to the darkness I hoard.
My pulse-heavy hand,
Strums as loud as it can.
My heart beats a rhythm,
Erratically unplanned.
My rhythm of chaos.
My melody pure.
My quivering voice.
My lyrics, unsure.
But the echoes swell,
As they scream in my mind.
Like a serpent in Eden,
I'm dark and divine.
Deep in this garden,
where a serpent has right.
I wonder the blackness.
Trying to carve out my light.
If only for like souls,
Lost deep in this doubt.
Seek me, I beg you.
Let me guide you out.
Though I may be worn,
my heart may be scarred.
My ways questionable,
my body may be charred.
Seek me in the deep,
Though darkened my path,
I'll carve out my light,
And threaten no wrath.
Seeing through won't be easy.
And hope becomes a foe.
This darkness instills,
A foreboding woe.
Find me in the blackness,
My warm heart, my cold hands.
You'll know my voice,
when the hair on your neck stands.
