born to sin, we were never born to win
and in no way truly special as everyone is.
i had set up too many walls and began running
thinking everything was out to crush us
in the dark carrying all this dead weight
all along the walls to heaven.
i stopped long enough to note her eyes
can barely see, she can barely breathe,
and i can see she is afraid and can see
the danger in not wanting to die or apologize
for her past, her beautiful mind, or anything.
abloom with not safety a net, i tried to stick
to the ground not looking for the dead walls;
gently i open my eyes again to see my instinct
as i begin to carry her so she can open her eyes
to barely see and begin to breathe once more.
she no longer has to be afraid we are in danger,
this is why we are escaping as to not apologize,
or we will not have to die, or have to deny
our purest and sane thoughts or our dirty bodies.