The one

Dark matter swallow me whole 

My window shatter from my inner soul

I’m cut so I bleed out metaphor 

my present is only orbs

Mirror why mimic me only I seen truth through imagery 

Meaning these very thoughts transcend notes playing symphonies 

Meaning these tears of glass that cascade on my cheek feeling cutting deep 

I survive in dying light but struggling afraid in the dark at night

it not what I can’t see that feeling

feeling hunts me like that wind that transparent you can’t help not to see but you can feel it 

Now you understand me

I was told to keep my head up but only through a noose bc I’m so hung up on truth 

The knowing and unknowingly observing Through the willing 

Training my mind capacity to venture and fuel my imagination 

No here we are can you see it 

feel it I painted on all your canvases a memory of me I hope I left an stain