Run and don’t come back inside the walls of your caged mind, ghost moan and scars scratch on the outside, your smile breaks and your nose grows long tell me you love me, but demons are inside you past is coming and future is fading i never saw you again - past the coffee shop windows you turned into fog, imaginary sharp fingers that break down the walls, surrounding me touching everything that i am - except for my body you touch only me, your Number Five (vanilla mocha) warms the inside of my mouth, leaking into my soul drenching it in lies, as you leave without a tip.