Ayperi

The Life Cycle

Sometimes if I sit very still
I can hear my tierd soul breathing
begining at first as a slow calm inhailing
before easing into an army of panting and heaving
shes drowning in the usless empty shell of my skin
unaware that her wounds are now bleeding
refusing to believe she's outgrown these borrowed limbs
or too scared to find out what they're concieling
the eyes of my soul have gone blind by now
my reason had to desert its rythme
in the reflection of my swollen vision
youth appears in tiny incriments through time
from the fragments of death a new emerges
like broken sunsets arranged into shafts of light
a walking patchwork of perfection
begins to repeat the same journey through life.

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