Written by SydneyWaffles

This work was last updated May 15, 2020

A stranger in my brain
I waltz walls of wonder
to pick up on the grain
on annals of my mind
as it spits out the disk
I live on in disgust,
as if I don't live here
out here I'll rust.
This government of mine,
no longer consented,
towing the party line,
my controls cemented.
And from outside the glass
I can see this old head.
I'm shut out of this lass
no longer in her bed.
So I plead with you now
the words of saint Jayne:
"Can I come in?"

Tags: depersonalize


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