These calloused wings

Cloth me in thy impotence

Then lay my lands asunder

I shall call upon these calloused wings and fly

to mother earth

Yore the ponds I ne‘er entered

From the heavens to the center

Heed me guidance to the sillhouettes

Those marionettes I‘ve birthed

When these nightmares feast on furniture

And keep me in these walls

I don‘t think I want another shirt at all

I‘m out of breath

I‘ll die in battles, or in malls

Citing patterns, seeing stalls

May the children feed on sugar coated balls

There‘s no more left