Skin, folded sheets across the landscape

Mattress stained with future remorse

Arms drapped to see the floor

Perphaps the new found safety there

Eyes closed, minds sealed

Mouths open

Glass, glass, it liters here

Bags of plastic, manufactured nature’s whore

There is no safety here

Pressure pushing, but with no resistance

Causes bodies to be crushed within

If it’s only human

Our composition is simply weak

Daylight, dawn breaking softly

Into the crowded room

A reminder of the past, the present

Like the aftermath of a battlefield

Infested with limb

But more the silent sound of soul’s screaming

The problems have worked their way inside

Capillaries pump the insecurities up into

The brain that feeds a clouded eye

Scattered about, this frailty lies

I will not lay with you

There is no paradise here

If it’s only human

I’m a brand new specie

Because I’m not buying this shit


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