LenaCafe

Low to the ground pummeling scratching clawing biting screeching Please, a reason, a chance a purpose humanity A bodily engraving A follower who's falling afraid of denying lies for fear that truth is just tooth decay from nothing back to nothing unacceptable for, we have a purpose humanity without reason, without love ever changing ceasing to hold sincerity humanity isn't the answer

Someday you will touch the sun Save me a dance among convictions and misromances cans and can'ts Here I am, the anomaly botch of perfect philosophy Who can feel emotion that has no place in an animal's world? I am the space between you and the knife around which your fingers are curled Tell me I'm not here Synthetic Obsolete   Desanctified I'm the shiver you feel in long silenced sun unmistakable and eager to prove you wrong

Your memory, like sand Slipping through     cupped        fingers Unable to fixate on any one grain a warm ray struck your eye and prismed   around     me I walked away to find that You're like sand I escaped your light your warmth but you're in my hair I run but you're in my shoes scenting my clothes the taste of sand gritty in my teeth at night I miss you slipping through   cupped      fingers