I wake to the streaming of tears
don't think me down on my luck
I am only gently stuck

hands begging to be free
guided by sirens
who sound heavenly

the caress of yesterday's misery
with a cup halfway filled
sitting in the filth
waiting to be spilled

they aren't friendly
these imposters in my body
don't take them seriously

we used to be apes
hanging in the canopies
where the waves cannot reach

a shared home no more
but we climb around
getting stuck
while losing ground

a few less fingers
pointless to blame
the talking mind
completely inhumane

the swords hold us high
the sky kisses us gently
our lord and savior
humanity