Are we human,
Or are we doing time?
Is this a malfunction,
Or some greater design?
How can I tell you how I feel,
when you have no face?
Life has become a dream,
Full of incommunicable things.
So I shut my eyes.
I needed to fill that whole.
Leg's folded,
I opened up my soul.
When the light comes back,
I'll be at home.
When the light comes back,
I'll get away.
BLURB:
The cell is closed, closed off from your dreams.
With a twist and a snap the door can be rotated by it's hinge.
There's child in the lobby, sitting with a hysterical grin.
The teeth glisten between two bars, your only source of light.
"Again".
Your stuck as you are, but the trick is to remember.
Remember what it is, and cherish all it was.
Quit looking back they say,
but their staring thirsty at the walls.
"I am back."
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