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