Adem

I cannot force the word
Collected heap to smell
I'm living what you had heard
I live the lie that you tell
The truth is best to leave alone
Insipid and cut
Look how we've grown
Touch me across a modern tongue
A change a pain under my thumb

See how I've been profaned
See now the lover stained
Sea of bounty holds
See me bought and sold

A shadowed mystery
I know it's better than that
But never white and sent
And rather not intact

Take a breath
When you're falling out of anger
When the danger is ahead