Human

Wearing no post mortal protection
Reality touches me
All my moral capacities flee
Conviction hanging on by a thread
At my fingertips
Cravings for ignorance induced trips
Righteousness a name I wish to call myself
out of the dark where I wade in ankle deep
Just touching the still rim of oceans
Murky tides moved by fear and deceit
Vast tumultuous waves of passion and rage
Smash small ships carrying justice and peace
Within the pressure of my squeezed fists
My soft skin rips
It bleeds
A visual for things unseen