Comfortable In My Skin

Hearts have their seasons.
Mine coldens with no colors
along with my bare sinews.

My muscles tangle
in gory evilish fright.
But would like to move.

I want flowing love.
I want to effloresce strong.
I want God's moist soil.

I want blind love bad.
I want to see all nothing.
I want a stabbed eye.

I want to cuss loud.
I want a reason to scream.
I want to feel things.

I want to romance.
I want my dream girl right here.
I want to kiss her.

I want to jump down.
I want to break my ladder.
I want to flourish.

I want to kill hate.
I want to piss on Satan.
I want him to cry.

I want him to die.
I want all the worst for him.
I want to leave him.

I want to let go.
I want to burn my material.
I want to fly high.

I want to forget.
I won't forget I'm human.
I want to ignore.

I want to pass it.
I want to jump off the building.

I want to be me.
Comfortable in my skin.