7-30-16 Empty Walls

 •Empty Walls•

These walls are made of broken bones 

So fragile that even the slightest jolt can make them crumble in my sharp hands

My fists are made of concrete

Breaking the bones into millions of pieces 

I'm afraid to move or even breathe 

I'm too reckless with my words

Fire spewing from my teeth

These bones are burning 

These walls are made of chains 

Wrapping around my wrist 

Strapping me to the floor 

Curling around my neck, all around my legs

The rust cutting my arms and blinding my eyes

I do not have the strength to break free

These walls are made of hatches 

Counting away the days slash by slash

I've chipped away everything left 

My fingers numb all the way down to the bone

I can't break through 

These walls are made of empty space

We're so close yet light years away

I keep stretching these walls

Where have you gone?

Please don't leave me

I'm lost in the rings of Saturn 

In the sands of Mars

In the craters of the moon 

Every corner a new dimension 

I sit against the cold empty space

There are no stars here 

Only faint bursts of light 

I pick up my finger to trace a figure in the distance 

I want to believe there is something worth hurting my self over on the other side of these walls

Only empty bodies stay

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