The veil is a cold numbing,
Detached of Despondence
Music can barely touch my soul
and to dance as freely, would mean
Eyes staring upon me, judgement felt is looks
Of disapproval, Disgust, and fear.
To be free here,
A resurrected crucifixion
An apathy placed carefully in each soul,
So as not to feel
Too much.
So as to isolate the one who does;
The one who carries the medicine.
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