Wishing

I wish to cry

I wish to die

But nothing seeps from me

Nor tears, nor blood,

Nor anything,

I, in my vanity

Draw something from my veins

Words cannot call you back,

I wish to harness infinite waves of recall

I am waning in the mist of your perception

I am a dead cell, unlocked by beauty

And ugly

Confined in claws covered in silk

I am in the front line, deep in the well

Of your collapsed torment

That hides like a frozen seed

To unconvinced sun beams

Dappling like a dance on the gray water.