He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the window.
That night he caged her.
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer.
Then he stole her.
Then he slowly saw her nightmares were his dreams.
I can feel a phoenix inside of me,
As I march alone to a different beat.
I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames,
Calling out my name.
At the end of it all,
Who am I living for?