To immaterial I run from solitude.
Gravity binds far off stars as tears.
Unsettled minds quiver with passion,
As madness leads to private paradise.
The drowsy air hums like a savage.
And eternity amuses itself with my fluttering mind.
Every touch has hurt until I have turned numb,
No match can light this fuse.
But I must light up,
And set fire to my insides.
Till my tongue has been too burnt to taste,
There is nothing in this world, worth a taste.
No cacophony worth a hear
I have always carried this mask,
But now it is my only mirror.
In the hollow stillness of my mind,
I know not where to hide.
Words protected only by closed lips,
I know I am screaming,
I know I am silent.