terrah'bli

perpetually invisible
perpetually holding onto the belief
that I might be someone's dream come true
yet I have never met that person
and I doubt that anyone dreams
of someone so fluid and unstable
changing colors
changing images
and I take again the oath of locks,
wish I could wear rags,
bronze chains,
glassy blind eyes,
and permanent black marks
all over the skin in warning wards...
'touch not the duplicitous scavenger'
-he earns no keep-
-he can never support-
I see a color that exists not

I am glad that the true punishment will be
utter aloneness
for a thousand years
a chance to truly rend the self
to let the pain of madness become the only reality



©c.thomas.carter (01:43:03|29.1.011)