Tonight,
I slept on the floor,
Make me a slave, I feel criminal,
Every stitch in my hoodie plays the pillow,
Tell me a story, lecture my unknowing- I shall bow-
Outside, the children laugh; I watch them to feed my innocence,
Gardening my eyes, the rose pierces the finger and leaks into the old soil,
Red rain to flourish the undead...souls like zombies as the veins pump within,
Oh, so now there are more man-made commandments? Humor me with your ideals,
Weigh the opinionated options, use  equality to be better than me, the uniform is uniform,
Use every hole in the wall to spy on those whom seem little, like ants, they march on, single file,
Push me down these stairs, allow me bounce off of every comma to reach a point of ending, I begin.