Which is more elusive: freedom or sanity?
When one disappears,
The other follows so quickly.
Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see,
With the power to rob us of either.
Should they feel inclined to bother?
The land is run by a man-made set of rules
Described as Holy or patriotic tools.
Ethics are invented, although a consciousness is not.
Adamant beliefs are highly protected,
And when challenged frequently emerged victorious.
You can’t speak, think or feel.
Severed wings never heal.
So justifies the kill.
Wait out the winter
Under forced custody.
The static cold feels more like home,
Than this open-armed penitentiary,
And we embrace the comfort of lost liberty.
So fictile is identity without self-governance.
That’s why free-thinkers
Always feel so lost and desperate.
And I just witnessed my first death,
I watched the last escaping breath.
I just saw a life turn into death
For them to claim it doesn’t count is
Reckless, blind ignorance.
A cry for help — silenced.
I saw her go… I don’t know where.
A frightened stare became a lifeless glare.
Suddenly she was no longer there with me,
Although I’m there with her.
I didn’t know when it was okay to exhale.
The excuse-making race decides
That breaking their own laws applies.
But taking any life is wrong,
I feel the pain for every one.
Though you can stand, learn,
Still ignore,
The weight of knowledge cracks glass floors.
Ink runs quickly, blood runs slow.
So wait for the rain waters to flood the snow.
Wait out the winter
Under forced custody.
The static cold feels more like home,
Than this open-armed penitentiary,
And we embrace the comfort of…
Disgrace yourself, because you caged yourself in.
Destined path’s a dead-end.
Eyes take snapshots from broken clocks.
Motion slows to a sleep-walk,
And senses shut down with the frost,
And all is ending.
Mental hibernation.