Mind numbed.
It's been pulsed down with a grinding tool.
Unable to speak after the fact.
What has become of us?
I thought you were my savior.
Now the damsel is her own rescue.
You're just like all the others. The ones I differed from.
Proud and full of mass produced bubbles.
Your ears are sucked inside themselves.
Your anger is reverberating off my words.
"I" am beautiful, but I don't mean a thing to you.
Refrain from using that slang.
I can't bear to think how it suffocated me into my willful chimera.
Either punch my eyes or turn away.
You've turned me into something strange.
Something that is estranged from you.
I love the raven,
But you are not a raven.
Because I'm not dead yet.