Cassandra

About a close friend.

The breath of life
Fills up your lungs
As you exhale with the smoke
Dreams of punk rock passion
Consume the essence of what is
A broken past, a stronger soul
Comes together and creates
Anarchy is what becomes
The tainted touch gives way to freedom
Although you struggle with yourself
An outer face screams with assurance
Weakness is not your word
You prefer the taste of power
Ignited by ego love
Letting fists speak your words
Communications what you want
But vulnerability holds you back
The need to fear the minds of others
Is what causes you to grow
Such perfection wrapped in layers
With softness rarely seen
A beauty so exquisite
Unique in its confusing form