| Written: OCT 11, 2003 |
To hold my soul in your hands,
Would the pains run into revulsion?
Could you even guess that
This was once human flesh?
A simple sensuous smile can
Distract from all evil impacts.
This battered ethereal me,
Too glad it lay invisible
So you cannot see.
Cankerous festering wounds
Marinate me, becoming
Decorum beautiful from the scar
Tissue you will not see.
Ruthless caricature hide me,
Suspend my agonies until better time remains.
A muscled grace gives happiness fame;
Allowing us to live the lie, hide my shame.
Clothe me in more than this fettered skin,
Draw us out of this cocoon, these sins.
Give me the lengths of love
That will free me from this closet sheath;
Free my body, this bag of bones,
My horrendous deeds thrown back inside.
Throw me higher and push back my dermis.
Allow me to break free of this glacier,
A chilled prison of human weakness.
As my blood runs cold in furnace veins,
Unbind me from this earth.
Allow me to drift the avian currents,
Taking me home and leaving my pain.
Assuming the greatness I am within,
Leaving this lacerated husk behind
With other ghosts unseen.
Then I could be beautiful on the inside,
As ravishing as I am ravenous to be free.
