Set Me Free…

Set me free,
Of these shackles,
Invisible.

Of the torches,
You wave;
Oblivious.

The moments,
I hold on to;
Hopeless.

The souvenirs
I treasure;
Mindless.

The world I weave
Of dreams,
Incomplete.

Of dream-walking,
Inside this bubble,
Fragile.

The hope of soaring,
With broken wings;
Senseless.

Of littering your life,
Inside out;
Tactless. 

Set me free,
To crawl back,
Into my dungeon,

Where my demons
Own my strings
And the keys;

Where fireflies
Get squashed,
For cavorting in.

Naked

Stripped apart,
Gashed open,
I lie before you.

Surging at your feet,
The gushing out blood,
Of the internal wounds;

The chest bared open,
Revealing my heart,
Risking annihilation;

And the torn flesh,
The dysfunctional organs,
Deep inside of me.

I lie before you,
Naked,
Like never before.

Stitch my pieces back,
Dress up my wounds,
Help me to my feet again,

Or cleave me into shreds,
Trample on my bits,
And leave me to dead.

I would, just, lie there,
As long as it’s your hands
That are holding the saw…

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