Mistery

We got lost somewhere in the middle,

On the bridge of insanity,

We were germs crawling on the Earth,

Though we could do no wrong,

Killing was the call of the wild,

Fair till we got struck down,

Nothing is ever concrete,

A stone won’t tell you where to turn,

Nor will it sing you to sleep,

You can wash forever,

And never forgive,

Hide in the brush with the raven,

The storm will always find you,

Shave every hair,

What you see looking back at you is an animal,

From one translation to the next,

It’s all about perspective,

The force that feeds the survivors.

Mystery was the only thing she had keeping herself warm,

She was slippery with it,

It made it hard for men to squeeze her,

Unfortunately it drew them to her,

Each wanted to embrace the bubbly bar of soap,

To hold her scent,

As soon as she was dirty,

She knew,

Once she had lost her mystery,

There would be no need for her.