To be one, lets shed our skins Unbeknownst to the bones beneath Night and silence stand our kins Path of past our flowery wreath Blood wet flesh of eager friction Forsaken beds of muscle and meat Well worn road of human condition Sound of silence and naked heart beat Rib to rib and skull to skull A long held breath of skeletal hug
Ego's perspective
I write for a multitude of reasons. sometimes to escape, sometimes to create and play god. But if the question is why do I write, then I am sorry to say that I have no reason. Or to be exact, I don't know any reason. Sometimes I get pleasure out of it, sometimes it numbs my pain, sometimes the opposite. sometimes nothing at all. I guess this is how I process life. please read through my heart and mind, and leave a comment to let me know how you felt these words.