It’s spring outside
A piercing ray of sun
As the wind cuts right through me
I’m purged of man and
Full of letters sans
The rise in my chest
Or sunken heart

The night when I was
Looking up at the lamp
Red through my eyelids
As I lied in the dark

I’ve deleted the script
Left to harmonize with
Mutant genes future’s picked

Told myself that spring will come
Thanks for showing me a day sans frost
Thanks for indulging me my daylight vice
Thanks for the warm morning
And looking at my hungry eyes