Im a prisoner
Behind my own eyes
My windows
Are round in shape and small in size
My hands are just
Machines I control with my mind
Do I belong in this body?
Because I dont feel here all the time
I can see everything
Should we not be kind?
I can see everything
I wish we had more time
I can see everything
Love each other or die
I can see everything
And I got society on my mind
I am a prisoner
Behind my own eyes
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Dripping water
Licking my skin
Sipping sickly cells
Oh where do I begin
Moist and moldy corners
On the borders
Of my bathtub
Which I don't love
But I love being in
"Can you hear me"
"Can you hear me"
My voice echos off the walls
But the pitter patter
Of this liquid matter
Drowns out my calls
If I were a tugboat I would float
But I'm only human so I sink
When I'm on the brink
Of what I think
Will change the wistful way I wonder
And I ponder
This simple liquid matter
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC