another day.

today i headed towards the light,
it's shunned; but of my type.
the pointy fingers
it dragged;
hard.

skimmed,
ripping my sins
and skins alike, patriotic.
he grazed his tempts and loops
me around. i am of an empty kind, he says

easy to command.

hard to believe,
breath without air,
and speak without nonsense

it's hypnotism,
it speaks
and walks like a human
but caress me with such delicacy
it's no longer filtered.

another day
without another way.

- poem by beautifulove 2014