Bound my voice I don't need it
Listen to my hums
Vibrating through my skin in Morris codes
Translate my rhymes
It reflects what I can't confess
Feel my schisms coming out
I live through the night
Wandering your silk hair with my fingers
I stream through strands one by one
Reading their DNA like Braille
Breaking codes in the creases of my palms
Which dream needs me to belong
I'm in a schism mode
I have the black & white
I need the colors in between from you,
I need to be found, and I'll be fine
Bringing my schisms together
If you have the urge of need & keep
Shut out the thought of opening your eyes &
Burying me in the morning
I don't want to be a passing memory by the afternoon
Keep your eyes closed, release your hands-free to wander about me
I'm okay with being a subconscious shadow throughout your day
Hug me tonight I'm in a schism mode
Show me your moves and unify my schism
I can be yours