Spilled Ink

There are days and days
of attempts, truces and trails
With all vows frail and unspoken
But I swore to survive on every
breath that I'll sustain to emerge
and unburden from the absence
If I am free then freedom can't
measure or shape me

I've been unafraid to burst
And legitimize all the impiety
And the fury of things I've loved
When they had names and rituals
And a sweet sense of violence
Now I no longer fear the friction
If I can't touch you, then you
can't touch me

No love enslavers me
No power makes me
No fever sickens me
No fate dooms me

I've never measured care
By the lack of it in any kind
Or how much it costs to attain it
But for the plainness of deeds
I was there for all the blood I shed
As I meant every word that I said
But I know that once it goes then
It's all gone

These are truths that can't
stand and fend for themselves
When we are burying them down
They'll never rebound in the void
But I'd give my silence though
it's not worthy more than a curse
And we're damned to the ellipsism
And dead to any reason

No love impeaches me
No void imprisons me
No instinct blinds me
No law nulls me

I must believe in a place beyond
the pain and the weft of your own
Gently as it goes, ruthless as it feels
Clean enough to prove my skin is real
And without needing your weakness
Your pain or pleas and if you won't
know it, you won't know me

No love bounds me
No rule wields me
No word moves me
No fear grounds me

I'm known by my inhuman contagion
To it I might had gave my mind blindly
No witness in my restlessness
I'd like to say I knew