Other

I don't know precisely which day
Coloured me other
Perchance it may have been a slow bleed
So I cut out whichever shape I need
I don't sue for rescue, I'm as free as I have ever been
Don't want another rock to hang about my neck
You see bejeweled
I see bedecked in dead stars
And nothing touching me
I am glad for open windows
I call the birds that do not come
You Beak and Dead-Eyed, welcome
Bones bleach of the city
And when I'm done, I'm done. I'm done
Keep eternal for your worry
I don't want to look upon another word this hard so lightly thrown
I say disarm, I hear disown, It sounds familiar
I don't want another rock to hang about my neck
You see bejeweled
I see bedecked in dead stars
I don't want to look upon another word this dear
So lightly spent
And what says here
Means came and went
It sounds familiar
Nothing's touching me