As Alive As Dead

My back wouldn't hurt so much if the wounds weren't so fresh.

A prisoner in my own head Pretending to be calm on the outside On the inside Struggling to break free Stifling my screams With the laughter on my sleeve

No possible way forward on this one-way road Taking a left seems to be the right way. I wish it wasn't.

infinite, yet empty busy, yet lazy wanted, yet broken shining, yet dark waiting, to be hurt sleepy and hollow

A piece of glass A door knob A chair A tap A windshield A computer A window A lamp A pen A dream and everything in it.

It is an ordinary cage Not for a creature, though I locked my love in it a long time ago Sometimes, my love stretches out And reaches for a stranger who isn't that strange But I forbid it This world is not place for you, love

The perfect round face The bright, shiny eyes The voice so smooth The talk, smoother The weight to throw around The height so tall Visible from afar From the crowd I form … Maybe in some other life