Words chime through my ears;
in one and out the other.
Creating friction in my mind,
adding dramatic effects . . .
with a few little tears.
Specks of dirt line my insides;
seeping through my lifeless pores.
Creating movements within,
adding something to nothing. . .
it's a hell of a ride.
Burning sensations give me chills;
hairs pointing straight up.
Creating bumps about my skin,
adding color to my paleness . . .
as I sit completely still.
All I want is a piece of heaven;
it's knocking on my door.
Creating words from songs within,
adding my own emotion. . .
as I slowly breathe in.
