BENEATH THE SHROUD
In the insomniac night
Dreams become films
In strange languages
Interrupted by ads
For products that claim
To save you from yourself
While the hidden stars
Bestow their light
Upon other worlds
Leaving you to wish
On bulbs that swing
Like the bodies of suicides
And as you wonder
If you’re caught in a madness
Manufactured just for you
You hear a cry
In the naked darkness
And know you’re not alone
RELEASE FROM BONDAGE
Once I was a puppet
On strings that were guided
By a dead man’s hand
That led me to stages
To perform for the profit
Of faceless mannequins
That ordered me to dance
To the merciless beat
Of a bloodthirsty drum
Until I grew tangled
To slowly disintegrate
As they laughed and laughed
But then came an angel
With a pair of gold scissors
That severed my shackles
Leaving me to try
To save others ensnared
By a similar fate
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