I am unseen, unspoken, unknown.
I sing with the tongue of a liar, for even I
will not give voice to that precious truth
which lives behind the softness of this face,
behind the contours of this deceptive body.
I walk with the gait of a thief, stealing in
and out of worlds where I will never belong,
stealing time from the jaws of my starving heart
as it withers more and more with every hollow beat.
How long can a spirit survive
on the scraps of something greater?
Too long, too long, too long.