Skyfire

The giddiness refuses to loose
its grip on my mind
I am thrown down on the ground
again and again in absence of balance
Hunted by no one, but in the same
time by the whole world
The empty shells screams for more,
but there is no more to give
Trembling I sit down and start to
create shadows
Your lack of aura makes me wonder.
Do you really exist?
An illusion made by my own mind?
I can see you...
Waiting... Waiting for relief
Searching... Searching for ease
I am trying to become one
with the all that I lean on
Don't want to be seen,
Don't want to be judged
and don't want to be any longer