There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence.
Biting of the lips until they bleed
dripping on unknown territory.
It doesn’t matter what you tell me anymore
I’ve lost myself to the night.
At this point
I’ll never tell you my purpose
for I don’t know.
I have always been in the back;
the observer of the observed.
There’s nothing left of my heart to give.
Let me play with your mind
let me tug on the strings of your soul
and show you something real.
I was lost
I thought I was meant to join the crowd—the world; no.
I was meant to watch
and roam the empty streets of the night.
I always hated when there were people out.
Why did I try talking to them?
It messes up the game;
throws me off the board
and convinces me I was a part of it at some point.
I never was.
But now
I’m back on.
And I think I’m starting to get the rules a bit.
Will you keep the streets empty for me?
–Natalia