A Crossing

They have mentioned you to me The white coats And men with needles They say awful things to me About you And their disgusting words Constantly creeping Internal infection Sometimes I feel the burn That tugged and rubbed my palms The rope I grip when I see you When the silence is screaming The distance outlines you dark And I starve for contrast Because all that blinds me is White, white, white Now I see the planks are falling So it is either sprint Fuse with you Find the gray Begin a crossing Or slash the ropes Watch the clumsy creation Smack, smash, and crack On the cliff rocks Your teeth are crooked I always find your scratches Writing in my arms and legs Those ugly pain bringers Say I am you And I need to end you Talk to them about you But I don't know you You only spoke to me in blood And the tears in my eyes From the strain of the light Is making me cross I need to know you And become you So you can tell them Why you stand there Grinning across the ropes