We Run

Running from ourselves We disperse in empty air Into the raw sharpened winds The sea-swept shells line up Like razor-blades beneath our humbled feet Breaking our butterfly-winged skin we run Shedding our pain in a trail behind us Over the pristine sands In hope that one day The waters will wash it away We run from opposite sides of the earth Both of our bodies bones shatter in the cold Yet never sharing a word We see absolutely nothing at all Whilst wading in the blue-gray waters And our skins turn from fair to a papery white As the winds brisk chilling song flies through our skeletons Sweeping away our remains of these glass souls Our stony, irrational and feeble thoughts Scurry blindly beneath translucent skin Penetrating like hail into fragile innocence Thorns stabbing so sharp and bitterly as we fall Painting a red rose garden on a once lily white canvas Cobwebs now cover a once looked after piece Of broken life and withered years. In the end we carry on hiding Becoming strangers to ourselves Loosing touch of sanity Personality and Reality Never turning back We run