Lost.....
again in the waves of her caramel hair
draped with ribbons and obsession
that exists on the tip of her tongue
as she speaks of my selfish depression,

The words kept shelved
stored inside the sudden dream that I may be human.
Her eyes contradict her mouth,
as she claims to have loved me for who I am.
Hidden well, in the shadows I cry.
Do deny the shame of this scam,
to manipulate me with your supple sigh,
defy me of who I really am.

"At one point in my life I was gathered."
now, leaning on anxiety, I scream for her.

Lost....
in a horizon made of artificial backdrops
and the thought that life itself
is finite to only those who choose to love humanity.
Kill.