It feels smooth like ice
It pours like *****
It smells like metal
It stings like a bee
Only slightly a burn
I want more
I want to feel that empty void
I play with it like a childs toy
It was always my favorite
The metal was always cold
After the mess is made all my pain melts away
My only satisfaction is the dark red that stains the floor
Like blood on a white fresh t-shirt

Wild and precious things adored
The worthless, stale and trite ignored
Shallow skins, inflated dreams
And egos bursting at the seams.

bracelets snapped, time collapsed, world is in victory, i stay a mystery,but your god its self

Touch me with your mind
For i breath only thoughts
My eyes scream to find
A galaxy of mixed codes
Talk to me through light
I read through my scars
Soul is my perfect sight
Rest are shadows of stars
The beauty steals my eye
But I still have my vision
The eye will return to sky
The spirit will finish the mission

∴ Lyna Salman