Dead eyes stare on,
Cutting pages to ribbons.
Magic elixir;
March on living dead.
They see without understanding.
They know without thinking.
Do not ask.
Do not question.
I spill my blood,
My heart on the page –
They rip it to shreds,
They tell me I’m wrong.
Their words are the truth,
Each one a lie.
So I stare where I’m told,
I shred the pages.
I drink their poison –
A wakeful sleep.
I learn to see without understanding.
I learn to know without thinking.
I learn to die,
A little at a time.
I give up my fantasies,
In a world now painted grey.
I do not ask.
I have no questions.
No longer blood,
No more illusions –
My words are ink,
They taste like stone.
I’ve become as dead as Them.