this is me, can you not see?
like I shed my skin in darkness
and i feel the pinpricks caused by dust in the wind
winds whisper promises
but i no longer remember them
but i feel them ever near.
like the breeze across my face
i shed my skin
i cut it out in triangles
each one bleeding, but i donâ??t lose a drop
I taste each trickle that is my own...my own life.
lost in this music
no words, only rhythm.
it sways my heart, confirms my mind
establishes this feeling
as I moan to the winds.
i close my eyes and whisper softly
the name... it calms in retired submission.
oh, to feel that warmth again...
just to be that close.
it seems like merely a dream, that memory...
as I stand on this serrated cliff...
on its edge and looking down into the clouds below
and the mist rolls slowly through and through
it seems to call my own name
in succulent, most desired waves of euphoria...
what was that? i heard it once again
this music trembling deep inside
I jump
thinking forever to fall to my death
but the mist bears me up on its cooling tendrils
seethrough hands caressing my torn open flesh,
repairing my skin and making it smooth once more.
naked, i lay watching the night sky
born on the mistâ??s tide
as it takes me further and further out into peacful serenity.
I can feel its hands are searching
searching for my pain; my agony
it wants to suck it out
and make it another whisper in the wind
I lay on my back suspended in this air...
knowing peace and silence as I watch the glow of the effervescent moon.
