a mental ward love story

We have to search for

the dream that will wake us

the nerve that will shake us

from the inside out.

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I don't remember how sunlight feels against my skin.

Do you think we ever will?

There's nothing I wouldn't do

for one moment's time;

to swallow a glimpse of the horizon

down with the morning pills.

They have us

They give us only so much

Air

Squealing lungs - can you hear us?

We ache.

we can't be,

we could be--

Limtless.

but they tie us down.

they tie us in.

here, we dream what they want us to

dream what they want

we become who they want us to

we try to adapt

they redesign our DNA

into the blankest of smiles

until we become them.

they try to reinvent us

"human being"

open wide and say ahh

diagnose our flaws

iron out an imperfect mind

we're losing ground

this is for a just cause

we can't compete with our own creation

the machines

we are becoming obsolete

here,

we only know how to feed

the fetishistic dream

with our resigning resistance

a fading whimper

too afraid to stay awake

I will only be satisfied when they scream

throats burning

"WE WERE TOO LOGICAL

LOVE CAN DESTROY THE MACHINE

LOVE IS THE TERMINAL ILLNESS

A VIRUS, IMMORTAL

IT ALL ENDS WITH LOVE."

even if we started now

there's no place to escape to.

then she told me

she wouldn't mind it if

the last sensation she felt

before the never-ending sleep

was to jump off the deep end.