some strange dark corner of the earth
where the chemicals run high
and everyone hangs low
from the gallows,
their feet touching the ground.
all these people around me
their whispers and muffled coughs
the rich music resounding
through this fluorescent cave.
I am alone.
I don't want to be here,
It'd be better to be everywhere;
you could slice me up and scatter me
wherever you walk.
I want to stay
and fight, and see stars
but I'd much rather be
dust in the wind.