"In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The pictures there
The memory wont escape me

Were stuck in a place so dark
You can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight and the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness
Times up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open
And its dark again"

(C) L.P.