They're strangling,
strangling
me with a
daisy chain rope.
I'm too much of a
disappointment.
So settle in the fire
Where the ashes still
burn for there are
people walking on
the moon and
between the clouds; the
dream wanderers:
they can do anything.
But I have no confidence.
Always and forever a
disappointment.
Pour bleach down my throat,
tie a stone to my chest,
drive me off a cliff
because I need to get away
from the ropes of daisy chains.
Because they're strangling,
strangling me
and no one can hear me screaming.
