Vacants

Somewhere in the deep

of my own tortured sleep

i could see your hands reaching

towards the unknowing

you were begging them to stop

but they cut off

all remaining ties

to earthly life

we all hung our heads.

MOTHER CULTURE IS WHISPERING

IN MY EAR. TELLING ME DISAPPEAR.

TELLING ME DO AS THEY SAY.

STAY IN LINE.

YOU CAN'T CHOOSE.

EDUCATE. WORK. CAREER.

I HAVE TO FIND A WAY.

I HAVE TO FIND A WAY.

VACANT SMILE

VACANT EYES

MY MIND IS OCCUPIED

I DON'T KNOW WHICH THOUGHTS ARE MINE

OR WHAT THEY PROGRAMMED ME TO THINK

we all hung our heads.