My enemy is the air

Two left feet approach a balcony of air.
The wind laughs at my disposition
Gliding towards a better place away from such a disgrace
It tells the sun not to lighten my fall.

I have made such vast enemies in nature
By screaming dysphemism, the wind catches my words
Blowing a saving flavor in my mouth
Tasting like suicides debris.

I place my arms above like a dove caught in motion
My skin pales like the milk in my breasts
I am becoming sour within my remaining hour
This must be concluded.

The wind carries my body to a parallel world
Where the ground is above my dancing hair
The sun, it removes blue from my eyes
Becoming like a devil’s feline.

I can hear the words I screamed, they’re beautiful
Like melancholy spoken on a young man’s tongue
It burns a hole through my lungs,
But that may just be the air.

Eyes of soil dart up at my rocketing figure
We are playing a game of who dares;
As this battle begins, I know I will win
As the ground caves around me.

Mortal skin soaks into an oceanic desert
My blood seeps into the ground, I puncture it
There is more to life than the immortal mask
It had consumed me once before.

Freedom, I entwine with the wind
Glimmering like a pearl surrounding fatality
My black eyes laugh with one final vengeance:
This is the fantastic way to live.