Corridors

Walk him up and down the corridors

till his arms are tired

till his lungs are tired

Starve him of the air the dimming light

till his eyes are wide

till his eyes are wild

till he sees the other side

Chain him to the burning carousel

till the horses tire

till the horses tire

Blast away the bearings of his life

till his eyes are wild

till his eyes are white

but stave off suicide

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