Pretending to be Human

when I first saw the end I
was a child

memories of maggots and
bombs

they all belonged to me in
gentle songs

funny how the dreams of
our youth

can structure and mold
young minds

nothing compares to those
dreams

justice from memory witness
me

still slipping between
realities

ashes to ashes and dust
to dust

pushed into hocus pocus
religion

southern belt boyhood
nightmares

shaking my wings born of
terrible youth

no protest from me can
ever compare

feeling human in non-human
bones

wearing foreign skin partaking
in pleasures

pleasures of the damned here
amongst lost

lost and lonely souls trying
so hard

so hard to be human while
living a lie

I will not ask where you originated
nor should you

Β©2021β€”JDCIV

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