Willow beads
late night deeds
done onto you
no one else will bother you
while you sleep
all by yourself

which peices of me are real
carry weight
and feel things for what they are
the battles we face
are real
and should be taken seriously
everyday
we can become more or less
of the thing we are
i am god
to me

tattered dream
split
far from graceful
shreds of me
pieces of what i had
what i have
what i need
what i want
these things i dream of
are me
they show me
what is and always will be
just me
my light
love
soul is a word
that doesn't come close to explaining it

I will become you
in a holy type of death
which destroys what my body was
and allows me to become the things
that make up you.