His is Mine

I promise you I swear to you I want to make it better

That urge of happiness comes from the glimmering sanctuary I call God

When it arrives it takes over and locks the door

Swallows the key licking it’s stinging lips with a sly grin

I want to make you proud

I want to return the burning through my veins;

 Love

Back to you

It’s a rush

I see it in the eyes of others

In the humble there is you
The urge to

Feel your warmth

Eating me from the inside

The weapon is silence

‘The one’ does not see

The decay in my head
I am contained;
to the freedom of thought
while my body is forced to lie;
to rott.

I need to feel the freedom in the soul of another

I need to hear their breath feel the thriving inside 

Pushing to be freed

Break free from the grey concrete walls;
Ignorance.

We will not stand in a crowd and slave into the vicious cycle

Hoping for mediocrity

We hope for the rush

We hope for the feeling

We thirst for the love

The love of the smoggy streets

The love of the cold breeze that messes up your hair

The smile after exiting a revolving door

The clank of heels against the warn-in pavement

Waking up wrapped around him

Surrounded by an ocean

An ocean of white sheets

 the burning of blinding lights

My reality is his

His is mine