His thoughts are swirling
In misery
A witness to his life
Drowning in a bottle of hope.
Throw him a rope
So that he may climb
Back into your womb.

We live in a bottle
That is headed for the ground
The wall that protects us
Will shatter and bleed us
We're a guest of honor
In someone elses' imagination.

Try to eat your mouth
Try to hear your ear drums
Can you feel your feelings
Or even taste your tongue?
Can you see your own eyes?
Can you hear what they tell you?

Take the crutches that walk him
And the shoes that walk him tall.
Exhaust his sanity
And season his reason with vanity.
Smear him with the sting of loss
But rob him from the comfort of tears.
You taker of things
Take all that you want.
You may be the master of his strings
But never the owner of him
Take that

by Jeremy Chin.