I wish I could cut myself in half 

Examine the inner workings of my heart 

And sift through the blood of past lives 

This body 


Holds me back 

I am held down by the forces of your perceptions 

Assumptions of preference 

I'm not obligated 

Yet I oblige 

I am ill 


I can feel my worldly tendencies collide with the force inside 

Peeling back my flesh 

I rip down your assumptions 

Will I see 

The spirit inside? 

It's yearning for its turn to drive 

While the blood gushes from my veins 

I sense the release 

Waves of crimson crashing into valleys left unspoken 

Ill is what I was 

Free is what I am 


I collide 

With the depths inside

Rubie Simonsen