Many faces





Ten cylinders to nothing
A dream is what I have
My fist curl into the bbedsheets
The sweat leaks through my skin,
Then I rise
From shallow depth
A fading candle
Still lies within
Tell me my story
And ill she'd you yours
We foam at the mouth
Then grant an applause
For all our tattered
Shattered selves
This werewolf flesh
My bloodied self
Change comes slowly,
When sprinters leap
Escaping life for
The trials they keep,
This escalator
Navigator,
Striving upwards
Searching through
Paint the sky violet
Your spirit blue
For some who
Squeeze in awkward places
Bitter for having
Many faces.

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