Between Two Lungs

I unveil my whitened breast
Consider my own loss
My loss that opposes my yearning to be found
On this
I realise that the only way out of the woods
Is for me to immerse myself in the trees

It’s in the shredding and tearing of a coat
Coloured by love, war and all other passion provocateurs
No bleeding hearts, just bloody noses
Broken bruises and blackened bones.

A sprinting tempo between two lungs
Dancing with a lost cause and a passion for people...

But observations never really amount to their illustrations
In the same way that blood can’t account for water
And lies are mere exaggerations of their own truths.

It’s only in the dark that my thoughts can be flexed,
Without fear of lost ones sitting on my shoulder
And whispering incarcerated nothings into my ear.

Lost lyrics soothingly tap the drum skin,
Lift up the hair on the arms of cold skin
And give a glow to coloured skin.

Marks and imperfections don’t matter anymore,
Because it’ll never be this dark after dawn.