A lady in the crowd
2015-03-05 06:15:25 (UTC)

Thin Air.

Thin Air.

I should've known,
These words never shown
Normally dismissed
Every sign managed to pass my way.

Years have flown into thin air
My soul has grown old
I refuse to be owned
Somehow I was never truly meant
To become someone's property
I'll seek land unforetold.

My flesh flustered in a
Rash of blisters
Beneath it all
I manage to bare pain at all
I mourn to feel
A missing numb sensation
Why can't I just be human?

~Yours Truly,