i thrive in the hollow space between my lungs, poison pumped through cold limbs, colder so when you reach for me. your blood on my hands mixes with the tears on your face, and i don't feel anything but numb. novocaine in my veins and contempt on my fingertips, you hang on to every last piece of me that you can. i dig broken fingernails into your hands and wait for you to fall for the very last time.
when she says she is empty, she is not asking to be filled. stretch her thin and you will see gold peeking through her worn body. stretch her thin and you feel her fire burning what you hold. do not hold her. when she says she is numb, she is not asking to feel something. do not wait out her novocaine mood drooling down her chin. do not wait out her novocaine high she is elated. do not bring her down. she is a bookmark holding someone else's place: do not move her. someone left her, waiting, she does not know the other side: that does not mean you show her. someday she will be fire. she will dry all that she has soaked with her ravine heart. you will follow her black markings to something gold she will be followed. do not be surprised when she does not moan, she will not moan, she does not feel. she is still ice. when she says she is ice do not try to melt her. she will be fire.
Vision obscured by soft misty rain dampening harsh city lights spilling slippery from storefronts and traffic train shimmering upon pavements between steps and stains. soft misty rain don't I know you?
Now here we are, what have we become? Our world is not like it use to be... It's Very messy now, and people not caring. What happen here? Our world needs our help! What happen to this Culture? We were suppose to be the dreamers And the creators, but wait!! It's not too late. If* we start now, we could still save our world and maybe the Next generation can do better; *learn from our mistakes. Everyone: We're all in this together!!