The skin is stitched poorly,

It hangs like rags over my lungs

That can never keep up

With the spitting heartbeats

Each reverberation shatters

My insides even more

I was never going to be much more

And there were always not enough stars

To sing me to sleep

All they do is stare

Over the moon I leap

To graze their light

And bring it inside my soul

To gain sight

Where is my home?

I want to

Curl my skin out

Scratch it all off

I want to

Leave this planet forever

Hold on to it with everything I got

I want to

Breathe out my loneliness

Believe in something more than God

I want to

Melt into the ground

Fight for what I sought

I bottle my emotions up

Clean, coloured bottles

Their voices eat them up

Until their bellies are glutinous

I know the darkness better

Than I know my happiness

Love was always a treasure

Dull as a gladius