LilkelPixy
Bluelighter
it holds me in its eye
the light burns my skin
every move i make is sensored,
every breath i should breathe correctly
shall hear the criticism,
the constant screeching sound of my existance being torn down.
a sound like the wheels of an old rusty bike, moving too slow, tires too thin, the rider and it too much alike
i am trapped within the microscope today
no way to get out.
shall i cover my ears? i will only be burned once more.
and i wonder
how a contraption so demizing could have fathered me.
i am terrified to find my soul,
scared of the pieces of him that may lie within me.
~Pixy
the light burns my skin
every move i make is sensored,
every breath i should breathe correctly
shall hear the criticism,
the constant screeching sound of my existance being torn down.
a sound like the wheels of an old rusty bike, moving too slow, tires too thin, the rider and it too much alike
i am trapped within the microscope today
no way to get out.
shall i cover my ears? i will only be burned once more.
and i wonder
how a contraption so demizing could have fathered me.
i am terrified to find my soul,
scared of the pieces of him that may lie within me.
~Pixy
