cradled to the corner
my insanity, loss of touch
of what is known as real
it’s delusion to say
i live in chrome
a luxury of being
just a number
a bed of nails
soaked in the blood of the tribe
i just lay
as they once did
i could climb
or let myself cave in
swim to shore
drown to the depths
doesn’t matter
the rope is at my feet
suzmi! you have a chance!
just like everyone else!
you just have to fight for it!
except everyone is climbing the same
tower to reach
the same
gilded fruit
the same
set of shackles
the same
rusted dreams
just fight them off! survival of the fittest!
who am i to say i can conquer
when i’m the only one i know?
just fuck off with that already
leave me to hold
my own head
planted on the stake
i’m tired anyways
About the Creator
suz mi
interpretation is the only thing that is free
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