A thick and lustrous breeze,
my mind should be at ease
beneath the sky and trees
are only lonely, sullen thoughts.

Surrounded by a crowd.
Confused, distracted, loud.
One dark ominous cloud
looming overhead.

Time is slowly passing by,
waiting for the fire in the sky,
Catch a glimse of you, I try..
Feeling lost in familiar faces.

I want to be with you here,
see you smile and feel you near.
To watch the sparkling lights appear
within your sunburnt arms.

But, he's looking in suspicion,
he can sense my rogue ambition.
I can't contain this hot contrition
boiling in my veins.

As the sun parts ways with sky,
the voices start to die.
Fire dances way up high,
I connect my eyes with yours.

As the booms are softly fading,
I picture myself staying;
being bored, with-held and wading
in unspoken, writhing angst.

I want your lips to invade me,
your fingers to persuade me,
your body to cascade me
until we reach abyss.

But I'll watch the lights, composed;
his hand on mine, exposed.
Feelings - in a box; enclosed
and pretending to be fine.

And when the sky is dark,
the crowds vacate the park,
I'll still picture the fervent spark
within me - spreading quickly.

These aren’t words;
these are the wolves
that clawed their way
out of my chest.

I don't want to be with the ΉЦMΛП ones
I don't want to participate in their sick games
˜”°•.˜”°•♒︎◆︎❍︎♋︎■︎///•°”˜.•°”˜

They put my body in a new light
Pinned down, legs and arms sticking out
My chest rising like a storm's wave
The pointy instruments jabbed in my direction
Who did these cretins think they were?

Then you should imagine how I felt
When I discovered through torn tissue and sharp rule
What the humans really desired from me

"We want your blood, organs, and much more."

"We want to see what you have back home."

ΉӨMΣ? They repeated the word more than enough,
a foreign tongue and culture, I had trouble understanding
My uniquely pristine terrain was ΉӨMΣ
My business was not extended to these cruel organisms
My body was not open to these merciless cuts
My fluid...
•._.••´¯''•.¸¸.•'
I am dizzy
but for now they are gone,
No more agony
I look around me finally

Lifeless white, lifeless shine
my liquids on the floor,
No soul

Back in my world,
One could not compare
the lack of luster behind these walls
to our fresh, fragrant colored happiness
I did not take in pride
as much as I did in these moments

My liquid- blood as they called it
was ironically the most beautiful thing in that cursed room
A splash of amber on haunting floors
I wonder if ΉЦMΛПƧ bled like us?
Why must I be thinking like this?

I already decided how I felt about these beings
They were no good
They captured me
Trapped me
Pried me
Taunted me

But I reminded myself that my species wasn't all good
As much as I am justified in my anger
Perhaps there's good ΉЦMΛПƧ too?

Another thing picked away at me,
really got under my skin
They clearly thought they were above me
At least in the sense that I was mere entertainment for them
Like a budding flower to be stripped away

They considered themselves superior
Over my home and species
They've given me a little name
Taking it to heart even, playfully

I am sincerely asking,
what does ΛLIΣN mean?

Something else,
Could be so much fun
When you are not around

When someone new,
Can not adjust
when you are always nearby

I became someone new,
what do I do?

Why must you insist
I resist,
When you know I'm not that shy...

Don't make me pull my hair out
trying to make you out,
You don't want to see my entropy...

I left my house again today
                                                                               much like the day before

Followed the trodden path of my memory
to the gates, I swore I would not enter any more

                                                        Your waiting hand was gone like that                                                                    
                                                         of the promises of a father who won't         come home

Grounded in place, the cast iron gate creaked and rattled with a passion that rivalled lovers who live apart

Forgotten I stood in the garden of our hearts
prone and lifeless

Yet I cannot let the letters go
the letters with "return to sender" in vibrant red ink

The letters that once tied us together
one human being connected by a delicate thread like that of spider silk

If I were to let you go and lock the cast iron gate with a heavy rusted padlock
it would mean locking away the parts of my soul that help me feel and connect