Revolte
05-29-2012, 09:57 PM
Where I was born in death
I rewrote my history
and became a concept
–a thing.
I hide my tears well now
and you may not see
the way they boil
and steam.
But I am unmasked in reflections
where you spot I have none,
instead I am vampiric
and vanished.
There is no going back
or so I tell myself
because I erased my life
to smile.
Though I cannot grin
of any honest kind.
Because birth came late
in blood.
My own blood that shed
and dripped off wrists
that have become callus
and used.
I could kiss myself
and pretend it's enough
to see me in the naked truth
of what I am.
But I can't bandage fear
–pulsing through me
and lighting fuses
of a TNT-Heart.
So I may soon explode
in every color I dreamed
that I could have been
in yesterday.
I hope you see it.
I rewrote my history
and became a concept
–a thing.
I hide my tears well now
and you may not see
the way they boil
and steam.
But I am unmasked in reflections
where you spot I have none,
instead I am vampiric
and vanished.
There is no going back
or so I tell myself
because I erased my life
to smile.
Though I cannot grin
of any honest kind.
Because birth came late
in blood.
My own blood that shed
and dripped off wrists
that have become callus
and used.
I could kiss myself
and pretend it's enough
to see me in the naked truth
of what I am.
But I can't bandage fear
–pulsing through me
and lighting fuses
of a TNT-Heart.
So I may soon explode
in every color I dreamed
that I could have been
in yesterday.
I hope you see it.