What if we had a skin like that of chameleons?*
But instead of mirroring our surroundings
It would reflect our innermost state.

P.S : I wonder what'd look like for those whose feel empty inside.

You may as well not bother hiding it
Because I see, I know
You are aware of me like you weren't before
Truth tends to do that
It changes transforms
Reveals
And you can't help but look

Why are there good things?
Why are there blessings?
And weddings?
And love?
Why is there a natural beauty that surrounds us?
In the trees,
And the sky.
In the little birds twittering in the mornings,
And the sorrowful wolves crying in the dusk.
Why are there families?
And holidays?
And friends?
Why are there walks to be taken?
And cakes to be making,
And songs to be written
And times to be smitten?
We are known as humans to dwell on the bad
But take a look around,
Life isn’t that sad.
Open your eyes to the possibilities,
Open your heart and you too will see,
The beauty hidden just out of sight.
It takes a special someone to be able to reveal,
The secrets in life that are the real deal.

Could he not see myself sinking into despair after ever word he spoke

Could he not see the tears streaming down my face as I began to choke

He criticized and dehumanized me
His loose lips were never sweet

Why couldn't it be...

My face got pale and hands got weak
I could feel my body dropping to me knees

And as he continued to reveal his wicked hate
I feel my soul beginning to deteriorate...

If you hear endearment in the plea
leave the echoed sigh of sympathy
and come with your libretto lungs
and lips of red zephyr absolution
to purify the black coughs of cumulus
evaporating the enclosure
of my satin-threaded fetters

A failed emblem of security
in solitary journeys

Come and lay your mortal coil
of seraphic incarnation
next to my imprisoned vessel
of corrupted humanness
Slow my palpitating hourglass
of ashen peace-of-mind
with organic visitations of
your marble maze shrines
Here I can placate my warped
direction with the porcelain decor
of your serene skin

Angel

Wrap your light around my being
like the sun around an icicle
then release me long enough
to euphemise the darkness in me
from de-light to silhouette enlightenment

Hear my plea
muffled by annulled identity
Be the angel
hiding in my boiled
satin threads
and reveal me