Look through me

If you want to see me, look through me and don’t be afraid,
I’m not what it seems.
If you’re scared of the blood running through my veins,
or of the white bones,
let me go and forget my name.
If you’re scared of imperfection, I’ll tell you this:
there exists no ugliness except for rotten hearts
and all the people
are trapped in cells of their own flesh –
some comfortable and some cold,
but still cages with no way out.

So,
if you want to see me, look through me
and you’ll find
a whole new world
behind the bars…

(2005)