I stood alone
on a hill overlooking the burning city.
smoke and ash clouding my eyes--
blurring the sight of a smoldering home.
i ask myself:
is this all I have become?
have i really conformed to this degradation?
you're all so fake--so fake to me.
i have kissed the lips of many
and all i taste is my own indignation.
what is it like to love?
more so--what is it like to feel?
i have touched so many faces
but my hands never held something worth keeping.
extract the blood from my veins
but will you truly be solaced?
you attempt to hide our previous friendship--
i attempt to hide your betrayal.
but i cant help but wear it on my sleeve.
the air was thick with fog that night--
but we cut through the air
like a knife through the thinnest of skin.
we danced in the flames
and kissed in the cinders
malevolence streamed from your eyes
and i longed to be part of such an emotion.
your dignity is foolish.
i am no longer a victim of your belittlement
and i wish i was...
i wish i was anything to you.
pick the dullest of needles
and set the ink into my skin.
i will proudly wear the brand
of not being good enough for you.
you are completely omnipotent-
I am just a solitary shadow
watching-
embracing-
staring at a world below me
that slowly incinerates.
