I am different from the others
This I discovered long ago.
It doesn't feel strange..
perhaps colder

I don't have a hand to hold.

Painful to count the days
nights, weeks and
all those lonely years.

Dreaming up black and white
guiding the walls with
never-drying paint.
Coating your fingertips in
cold blood
thick and only to harden
upon skin.

This one is hard to explain. Yet another one based on moi. If you can't figure it out, and it's eating at you, feel free to IM me (chocolatepanda05) on AIM. I'd be happy to explain it. -Marisa