Sireyrorth

I would like to be something different. Maybe if I change my habits again. Through hard work and dedication I can. Become something not as myself. The bitter sweet resonance of their pride Seeps through my shield and armor melting skin Skin I built as mocking birds flew closer Skin that opened as easy as melodic sounds rolling off of the tongue My tongue broken in bitter silence The songs danced around, but all I hear is static Skin that changed through scars and burns with regret Burnt my skin in the summer sun Hopes one day I’ll become strong Hopes one day the rain won’t fall But now I see it was not thick Not enough to keep it out Like glass it morphs through time A liquid intertwined with gritty sand unfinished My manifestation is my own My temptations are the suns Rebuilding myself each set But forgetting I rise again On the other side.