Something exists inside that seems
To batter away all the books.
I can't seem to read enough
Or learn to lie.
I can't open myself to fit a key.
I'm locked inside forever
And I'm yearning to breathe.
All I can feel is my hands
And they are wet with semen.
Burning hard from my sin of pride,
From realizing I wasn't something
I wanted to be, my childhood dreams.
What was it I told myself
I would aspire be?
Can I fit a suit of shining metal
To my soul?
Can I touch myself since
I don't know where I've gone? |
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