Like a careful rogue you hide,
a list of words held at your side,
cannot say your eyes are dead when they never lived a day.
A song of shadow since you were young,
two word poisons coat the tongue,
A mask of psalms and eerie movement, you call yourself a human.
What it means to be in love.
What it means to tell a joke.
What it means to swallow weighted story till you choke.
Sometimes I think I get a glimpse,
someone awake inside.
Only another programmed quip, clever though, this time.
Can\'t smell your authenticity,
your anger stains the year,
one solid form that I can hold, the curse of all your fear.