Harmonies

all these harmonies hanging around me
seems almost impossible to materialize even just a few
some they say they can recognize them
let’s just say I took a peek inside residues of privacy
I’m a thief from within
(these are not fake, not mimicked, nor pantomimed observations)

I sing those tears of blood one sheds inside
I paint them with my hands, at my own cost
this erosion of my already depleted sanity
without avail -- not one shred of manipulation

I sing the innocent, the candid
for I remove also and mostly out of myself

I sing my fatigue, my strength, and lack thereof
I sing expressions my face cannot show
I sing my shallow and my most deep
I sing this friend of mine and this, my biggest enemy
I sing the full and the void

I am crowned of nothing