You're just a rack of bones covered in a thin layer of skin

[aidenwillows]

crisp leaves crinkle below my feet,
rustling of their limbs, cracking below me,
as winds whip through tall grasses surrounding my being.
the sidewalk holds me not,
no boundaries. myself in this place,
not cliffs, not family, not the inner me.
however, this place for some reason draws me in,
holding me tight with dispare, fear, & regret.
i always attempt the escape, free from wonder,
digital clicking in the radio station, embossed,
with subliminal messages, craving death.
muffled rambling escapes my lips;
forever, leaking from my pores and soul.
hard sweet cirlces block all clickings to be heard,
strangers do not hear the sharp blunt swearing
that holds my soul for ransom.
i hold in hand, the hope for utter contentment,
not brave enough to take the final step for peace.
my face entrapped by soft cotton, wrapping holding
in the secrets i hear from you.
attempts at normality has been unsuccessful; thus far,
directions to eternal freedom binds us
to hopeful presents from your brain.
bitter coldness leaks into my caccoon of heat,
directing towards my center.
this feeling causes my heart to feel uneasy,
desperate for the clicking to end.
this simple way is not complicated in the least.
just a embracement of registration
at the holding gates, that will help me through.
slithering down the length of a tunnel,
flowing to the tips of my reaching sticks.
my broken cowhide jacket
creates a uncomfortable cracking,
in addition to the clicking from the station in my radio of direction.
i place my head on the bench for support,
while staring at the stars falling into the atmosphere of presents.
we hearing the station we provide to one self,
creating direction and position in the world that is around you.
i hold the clam shell of diseption in the palm of my hand,
waiting for the decision pre-disposed,
assigned in past dedications to myself.
i go in peace to grant myself the one thing needed.
my hand cries out for one last hand,
as people walk past me,
while desperate for the one final touch.
no one leans out one hand,
assuming my soul has been intoxicated,
while my body quivers in regret of final decisions.
i say farewell and breath in my last regret,
this is my final exit.
too bad my stay was not worthy
of memorable and caring mornings.
the dripping of the finally
echoes through my head, escape has now been succeeded.
farewell, dear strangers, farewell.