Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
All along the outside
Like a tap dancer

Confined in solitary
Not in loneliness.
I have many companions,
Despair, horror, desperation.

Away from it all
Feed me scraps.
Away from it all
Oppress me, as you will.

Teach me how to embrace,
What I’ve been incapable of.
Acknowledge malevolence.
Acknowledge the core.

Forget what you know.
Forget it all.
Renounce benevolence.
Renounce superficiality.

The bricks remain cold,
And the feeling won’t change.
You remain cold,
And you just won’t change.

Count it down,
Day one, that’s progress.
Day twenty, stay confident.
Day seventy, they won’t forget.

Day ninety-two, bad things,
Just don’t happen to good people.
Don’t leave me be,
Don’t let bad things happen.

Year three, I’m going to die,
Alone in this deathly hole.
Year seven, how old am I?
Year— I don’t know the year.

I ask God to stop the games,
But he won’t offer the satisfaction.
“It’s your move,”
He smiles grimly.

It’s was so distant,
When I last heard my name.
Now I’m just a number.
Tell me who I am.

I was an empty cup,
Waiting to be filled.
With the unfamiliarity,
Of life and the world.

Now I’m overflowing,
I know too much.
I have cracks down my edges,
And I can’t contain anymore.

The world has too much,
I can’t be filled anymore.
With no age, no name.
I am finally free.