The room buzzes around me as I sit and stare into the wall stretching into eternity before me. The flesh mannequins grin they're crooked and deceitful smiles, and speak in encoded tongues. I read the lines between them and their words, Slicing context from the arteries like my box cutter draining my poisoned blood. The voice whispers for me to leave them to their own repetitive stories And to isolate myself from the prying eyes of God. As I close my blind eye, and rip open my third one, The brain fires begin.