I feel the eyes caressing me through the spine up to the thinly fibers above my head

Here, feeling the rush of the gentle touch to the heart

And hearing the many utterance exposing my guilt

Together, the loose reverberation of the tongues and the smacking of the lips

Puts me in silence

 

The bitter world it is, indeed

Falling into thoughtless repetition

I only want to be me you see

To be carefree and joyous to all

But limitations have kept me in chains

 

Now please be my lover, and be my witness

To the faith of me

That is, the girl dying to not let go

But is struggling to hold the bindings of the ropes together

And is frightened to keep the dove inside from becoming a corpse

 

The sight of the falling roses embraces me with delicacy

Yet the skin is pierced and is dripping in blood,

Slowly opening my transgressions

Of the deadly monster

That will fabricate into a self-proclaimed bourgeois

 

Now, don’t be afraid to pull the trigger on the girl who is

To bring back the girl who was

The one that the needs to be pulled out of this conformity

And not fall in a world of imitation

For I need to bring the former into play

 

There is only me, that is all I know

A person that dwells on all that is me

And once it is forgotten, all will vanish into the bottomless pit

Where the soul continues to climb to the light again

Until the infinity of the ocean-green expanse is reached

 

Now, the unpleasantry of being astray

Should not be a way of living

But a way of learning

To understand one’s self

And to not lose the purity of it all

 

The authenticity of myself is the key to my existence

The truth of it all creates the believer in me