I am the lone insurgent
Walking through the streets
of my own mind.
My mind
Is a totalitarian state.
I am the lone assassin
Of the members of parliament,
Remember, in my own mind.
I am ratted out
By the shrill shrieks
Of an old lady on the tram.
I walk home from endless meetings
With myself, where him
And me plot our rebellion
Sparking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.
The Secret Police awaits
Probably in my living room
Waiting for me to turn on the lights
Revealing the glint of silver nozzles
Mere millimeters from my my head.
The warrant proclaims:
"Conspiracy and ******
I may be lone, but my hand
Wields just vindication.
I may be lone,
But as I am executed
There is still me
And another will always
Follow
Striking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
I am the lone insurgent
Walking through the streets
of my own mind.
My mind
Is a totalitarian state.
I am the lone assassin
Of the members of parliament,
Remember, in my own mind.
I am ratted out
By the shrill shrieks
Of an old lady on the tram.
I walk home from endless meetings
With myself, where him
And me plot our rebellion
Sparking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.
The Secret Police awaits
Probably in my living room
Waiting for me to turn on the lights
Revealing the glint of silver nozzles
Mere millimeters from my my head.
The warrant proclaims:
"Conspiracy and ******
I may be lone, but my hand
Wields just vindication.
I may be lone,
But as I am executed
There is still me
And another will always
Follow
Striking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.
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