anesthetized in place
locked in a consciousness
I cant identify
and I'm trapped-
trapped in a web
of your minds desires
it's dark and its grey
my skin breaks upon embrace
messengers you send to me
constrain my mind
I know it's you.
show me a sign
that I cannot deny
when I call for you
into the night
I undertake this truth
this world no longer holds you
reconciliation is my mask
I didn't ask for this-
nobody asks for this
unraveling pieces of me
to ascend
is to breach
freedom
to see and to be seen.
About the Creator
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