Home

Hold my hand, let's go back home.
Destroy the pavement with your footsteps in the quietness of my fears.
Birds will always be birds,
For humans will forever deceive their own shadows.
I will deceive myself, time after time again.
I will remain undone, uncut
Censored by the silence that breaks after everything has been reduced to pieces.
For home is nowhere but within a time frame.
Home is nowhere, yet you are here.
A rush of blood
A twitch
A tear in your soul
Brings you to your knee, begging for more
More to a lesser degree
Bird wanting to be human
For he never wants to fly again on his own
Wind in his broken wings
Hold my hand, let's walk back home
Destroy my fears to the sounds of the undeclared footsteps.