schism
schism listen on youtube or here bound my voice; I don't need it listen to my hums vibrating through my skin in Morris codes translate my rhymes it reflects what I can't confess feel my schisms coming out I live through the night wandering your silk hair with my fingers, I stream through strands one by one reading their DNA like Braille breaking codes in the creases of my palms, which dream needs me to belong I'm in a schism mode I have the black & white I need the colors in between from you, I need to be found, and I'll be fine.... bringing my schisms together if you have the urge of need & keep, shut out the thought of opening your eyes & burying me in the morning, I don't want to be a passing memory by the afternoon keep your eyes closed, release your hands-free to wander about me I'm okay with being a subconscious shadow throughout your day, hug me tonight. I'm in a schism mode show me your moves and unify my schism I can be yours = Dec 27...