I stand right outside
The city of lights
Pocketing--cold
Shoes buried under the ice
One with stillness
In the snow
Graphic--like statues
In Rome
The steward of loneliness
Humming
The Gargoyle song
Crumbling
As the heat grows strong
Stronger still
And my mouth
Starts to melt
Yet I still taste
Warmth
That cannot be felt
Or should be
By someone
Like me
Like pockets filled with gold
My hands are glued;
Wary, unable to break forth
Into the social mood
Hiding behind the..
One metre rule:
Personal space
Personified
In my glare
Like
Don't you daaare!
Come close
Close?
No one's coming
Why?
I'm right outside
The city of lights
Someone!! Is bound
To see my plight
See?
No one sees
They throw rocks
But none
Are hitting me
Pass..
Me by
Like I
Was never there
Pass through
Me
Like glass
I'm see through
I.. was to be
And then
I was
Until
I wasn't
