I am cold
words bouncing around my head, leaping at the chance to change.
changing at the thought of indifference.
place your feet in my print.
trace my steps.
use your hands to close the wounds.
cradle my feelings.
If silence is sanity and noise isn't noble...
why are you speaking
we are one voice, with two mouths.
I am one body, with many bruises.
You are 100 doctors, with limited cures.
Cures of lemons
I am numb
smiling at your expense
buying souvenir 's at your expense
walking on your soul with expense shoes.
This world is my world!
This is my world!
And i co-exist by myself
I co-exist with lies, stereotypes.
baby lies on a stereo with type two-diabetes.
your diet consist of consuming and throwing out the rest.
My diet consist of consuming and throwing out the rest.
ARE diet consist of consuming and throwing out the rest.
when our neighbor doesn't have a bed to sleep in or 4 walls to call home.
Pointing out the imperfections of our bodies, and injecting more ugliness inside.
Inside this frame holds a picture with no bodies.
No body cares.
So we buy some..
we buy someone...
we buy someones soul, someones mother, someones heart, someones last dime, someones hope, dreams, fascinations, personalities, ambitiousness, joys, sorrows, pains, history...
And we leave the story on an empty shelf.
Story on an empty shelf
I am cold