i have this lamp inside of my cavernous heart;
it flickers all day and scorches my faith;
in my dreams my feet are licking the blazing sand;
i can never really touch the light without having to wrap gauze over my seared guts.
i have this ghastly shadow lining my figure,
a match made in hell to strike at the infantile forests of my mind;
its like a rain cloud that soaks my fresh sky yet floats on it, out of reach.
so, inside the earth, i examine the bruises, pretending to be an archeologist;
but all of the artifacts are written in a language that sets my tongue on fire when i try to read it aloud;
so i burn down the museum and collect the ashes, the colour of my shadow.
yet noone knows what died inside of me.
This is too deep and too relatable, no words, rendered me speechless ❤️❤️