they do not see the differences beneath the fine cloak of skin the brain that is wired a different way so altering the thoughts within the eyes that look seemingly far beyond those of others e-en face to face the legs and the feet that, though seeming fine hurt to keep up the pace they choose only to see the outward appearance not what can lie beneath all the daunting differences that the body can bequeath nor do they hear the weeping when nastiness is heard and they cannot comprehend how cutting can be the unthinking word
Eyes with no soul, The body that took a toll. Tears that carry the cries, Evidence of her demise. Arms that aren't clean, Covered in open seams. Legs like waterfalls, Blood from the endless war. Hands with scabs that tell, All the scars a cry for help.
We're here face to face Not lying but I can't see you You're here standing next to me Not lying but still I feel helpless You couldn't help me... Neither could I. Still we pretend to smile And hope to be in the need..
as the world sleeps, the enchanting begins being unseen and quiet, messages are delivered information bouncing in and about all sleeping intelligence apparitions and memories of long-ago actions as the world awakens, the enchanting flees the mind some of the enchanted will recall with faint impressions some will remember nothing...