There are always people
walking.
Our eyes are always
watching,
but to us it's nothing.
They are all strangers
in a crowd.
but work together
in a collage of legs
and breathing.
This makes me think and I cry
["I'm sorry"]
It's more than just the tears.

Centered on acres of land
with grass upon my cheek.
Gravity against my back.
Atop the massive sphere,
so large it cannot fit within the human
eye. Yet this be a freckle within
the galaxies,
the never ending abyss.
I stare at the sky and I cry
["I'm sorry"]
It's more than just the tears

Human flesh as weak as
paper. It rips upon your lip.
Taste the salty, almost citrus
pain, crisp but wet.
Feel the cold trickle
down your chin.
See the red-
Exciting and dangerous
lust.
This makes me think, and I cry
["I'm sorry"]
It's more than just the tears.

This passes through my body,
the words told to me
from my soul.
Expressions of death,
awareness of life,
emotions of loss.
No mortal body can handle
this. Excess pours through
my eyes.
This is why I cry
["I'm sorry"]
It's more than just the tears.