kundalini beating down all of my lies torn apart under judgment of memories and people I know that its really me I despise bleeding stops hurting soon with closed eyes and bound fists pulling taut at the knots what is pain telling me to do I walk and dream of your face losing myself day after day under the heat of sun and salt when all I need is a taste life will not let me have you so I keep returning to death knowing that its true reflection is the humiliation of the soul keep moving you said falling out of my grasp pictures grow fainter in time hoping this will be the last beauty escapes me into you through my fingers and arms kundalini into streams forgetfully whistling a tune mannequin hands missing without touch breathing mist upon glass what is life but fire for as long as it lasts