Necrobreaths

Raised from a school
Of strange nights and mornings
Oceans washing over waves
Of leaves and dust
All the skins of the dead
All the skins have been shed

Sometimes I feel, I'm not human
Sometimes I feel, I'm not a man
Sick and tired of hunting myself
I'm tired of taking necrobreaths

I'm tired of trying
To figure out what is and isn't
And that which should never be
The velvet in and outs of my mind
Have become weary and undone

Sometimes I feel, I'm not human
Sometimes I feel, I'm not a man
Sick and tired of hunting myself
I'm tired of taking necrobreaths

But I
Am a changeling, darling
A different ghost
For every dream
Of thousands
I will become
A breeze off
A drift of snow
Ashen, and innocent

Sometimes I feel, I'm not human
Sometimes I feel, I'm not a man
Sick and tired of hunting myself
I'm tired of taking necrobreaths



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Miguel Milligan
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