carbon body

bright lights
colorful and cold
warm kisses of rain
like drops from your eyes
never dead always alone
never alive always cramped
this carbon body
no longer fits the soul
held inside
a prisoner
no reincarnation
only release
nothing matters today
maybe tomorrow
everything will matter
waiting for years
for the tomorrow
that never comes to arrive
still the question remains
desires and dreams
secret wished
in this world
they don’t exist
straining and reaching
for simply one day more
an illness more deadly than any
symptomless to the world
control is the world’s cure
control is the disease’s death grip
blonde streaks and bubble gum
predesigned goals
prepackaged desires
young and innocent
yester memories
amber is the color of the energy
empty holes and slots
where goals and desires once sat
collecting dust and cobwebs
only cleaned with blood
donate blood to those who wish to live
eyes to the blind
hearts and kidneys to the sick
this carbon body no longer holds a soul