Post-haste.

Mixing worlds, colliding more or less
Less and less- too many expectations
Too few experiences.
Open and shut offer turned down.
Turn me down, I simply turn it up.
Go.
My wild nature gives chase.
I give in.
Wild eyes and foaming at the mouth, I rattle in my cage.
Beat my tarry wings at the bars.
"Just tired," I lie.
I saw my stars in your eyes, yes I still see colors, yes I still quicken my pace.
Falling into the blue night, like a one-off tune,
I find myself unable to reach past my elbows, some psychic palsy imprisoning.
Stumbling a stutter-step two three
Lurch four five
Wretch six seven eight.
"You can't feel..." the fuck I can't.
You have no idea.
Pretty and sparkling, perfect.
I know what you want and just how to give it to you and at the end of the day I scrub off the camouflage and make the mistake of looking in the mirror.
Could you help but feel the same?
Not quite right. Left open too long.
"I watched you as you disappeared..."
Watch me disappear.