Warm Tears – October 2022

I am not a human
I am flowers to the grave
I am a black swan to the sky
I am the smell of river grass

I am the starlight of the city
I am the morphine sunshine
I am the touch of its golden rays
I am without dream

The end of a branded feeling
I am the warm tears on your face
I am dripping past all worldly things
Living on borrowed time

I am a fat finger wrapped around the edge of a coin
Sweet galaxy of winnable bravery
Walk towards the noise
Hide who you truly are