Motions strong as ever
Notions running thin
The sharp contrast of maturity
Blood trickles from the blade
The lack of suicidal tendencies
Where now do I belong?
Normality the sickness evermore
Cognition sloppy at its best
The light there at the end
A pretty lie, like all the rest
The eye contact examined
Silent rays then marked with “X.”
He kisses like tomorrow exists.
With the blindfold I can see.
Stones come lifted, truth bear and raw
I can do everything but believe
Words take flight, identity dies
But not before he kills me.