Splashing my skin with a golden air brush.
Sequin the face to hide the scars absurdity done to me.
Correcting my creases with moisture.
For drying never left my days and I grew up double aged.
I\'m sorry for what happened to me.
And what I did to myself.
Even if I was young, it was my choice to walk the land of fires.
Building a collapsing garden with shields to end up Babylon.
Whispering in my ears.
Words that can kill thousands if they were said in a microphone.
I\'m a rock stone tuxedo lined with feathers.
Soaked in sulfur like no other.
I blame the people around me for my demise as if I didn\'t walk miles for it.
As it was the ultimate prize.
When the queen blocks your bishop from attacking my king.
Life is all squares, and I am a pawn.
Running forward in hope of resurrecting my dead bones.
And skinned body.
A tall obsidian mirror on my ceiling, staring at it as I try to sleep.
Witnessing a frown of lip gloss and mascara.
Shattering falling hurting my knees and feet that it\'s so hard to wake up and stand up tomorrow.
I\'m not weak, I\'m sick of grief.
The fight for my soul is everlasting and it hurts to complete.
A simple task asked from me.
Or plan a weekend trip with my friends.
The day will come, and I won\'t be alone any longer.
The day will come to be a resting soldier.
Scarred but at ease.
Healed from disease.
Enjoying a cocktail of lime and tonic, enjoying my backyard breeze.
As I pet my cat next to my favorite trees, I’ve been planting those myself for years.
And they never bloomed.
They never gave me a single fruit.
And I\'m okay with that.
I\'m happy to be alive even if I can\'t forget.
I\'m prone to live in comfort, too scared of combat.
As the night comes and I\'m upright in a sunlight room.
Taking my names off lists of demise.
Collecting my Ultimate prize.
Which is my time here with you.