the whisper.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for love. Have I allowed such opportunities to brush by me without even a second glance? Perhaps. But it is becoming more apparent to me, that since I cannot rise to a state of being, nor collapse into nothingness, more than ever I have to hear, not merely listen.

In a world that seeks the flawless, my body is a stain,

That with blemish chase the solace, against your thrashing chain.
When into a small space I hide, to gather with the dust,
while in my mind is filled with cries, my bones are left to rust.

Surrounded by the past am drenched, in fleshy rotting skin,
Though this could never mask the stench, of emptiness within.
Amass myself with faceless prey, amongst the lost of men,
as though I'd ne'er been gone away, to him fall once again.


My eyes will never be revealed, nor shall I take a breath,
Until the day my heart is healed, and weakness put to death.
Though to be alone forever, I do not think I'd mind,
If the greedy hands I sever, and wand'ring eyes I blind.