On whose right do we control our fate?

Blockaded with guns, and nowhere to run

With all my loved ones

To come at me is hell, although

I’ve never had the need to

Bite at my own soft tongue

In darkness, they eat, with no need to sleep-

This must be a dream

They negotiate anything they feel suitable

Tremble with reason, just take off, be gone

When I die, you won’t take this away from me

And oh, don’t you dare move close to my hands

They weren’t meant for you

I’m no longer waiting for death, for life

Trade away all the lies

To shake off what’s left from this

Trade away all the time

Dismembered life seems so horrifying—

Block out bad memories

When fighting back gets tough, remember

You’ve never had the need to

Bite at your own soft tongue

Holding back is tough, but watching you is just dark

Through patterns of wire, I raise my head to comprehend your grace at rest