Emergence into the light covered in blood
Burst from the folds of your skin, burst into being
Which one of us do these torn and ruined entrails belong to
They were my only safe home but they are your life and body
I am fed lies and I drink impurities till I am cured of my innocence
Till I am fat and weighed down with this which you call humanity
My mind feels like solitude as I scream and no one can hear
I crawl on all fours seeking only my vermilion sanctuary
Writhe on the floor, an animal with severed limbs and only one hope
I see my skin stained with the mark of this essence of being
Scarred with the promise of a vague mortality and pain
I stand and try to bring my home from my arms
I tear into my skin trying to fight my way out again
I see the welcoming blood again and believe I am alive
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