It all feels so unreal
The barrage and war is still the same, old ***** conflict.
And in this quiet moment
All I hear is the empty city and the ringing of my ear -
Nothing more. Release, reform, repose.
I started the new year in a cloud above you all
The gall.
But still fits inside the mould
I can never escape.

  I dreamt I was a king
  And all the little things
  Were condensed in two
  Finding me and finding you
  Amidst it all, three furry clues
  Saw me sinking into the blues.

They tore my limbs down
With those wicked metal teeth
The horror of the amputation’s aftermath hasn’t settled in
The cold keeps me numb, they shaved me to the ground
There go my little dancing curls, goodbye.

I hope this is my time; that I’ll die
I don’t want to know how I’ll turn out
Without those chunks stolen, pieces I grew out
So lovingly, so tenderly,
Now mangled haphazardly into grotesque copies
How will I touch them now, my friends the magpies.

I cannot scream, I cannot cry
My blood will dry
Out
They keep me alive
For what? Their view?
Do they imagine what I go through?
In
But I cannot feel, I’m not alive
Dreams of rat-kings congeal below
They killed us all long ago.