Poems and stuff

in skin

smoke can float through the seams

and yet, you blame my dreams

if film can capture the moment

you destroy my camera with torment

in haste, you willingly destroy

the soldiers of reason i did deploy

but with unintentional loving hate

you set straight the line of my heart rate

in skin was the truth that shall follow

hearts were not meant to be hallow

there is no reply in what i deny

my questions of fear, so many my dear

yet i cannot survive in a lie

in skin will you find the truth that i lie

right before your holy eye

if one's eye has held on to a baggage tears

then damn the demonic thing that you fear

in skin will you find a truth, not a lie

the smoke in the eyes of thine

in skin you will see what true and holy

sins in my war-torn seams