my brains liked messed up mechanics
a missing piston a broken gear
i think of wierd things
no one else would even hear
a broken brain that appears as a
psychotic membrane
pulsing with creative & inspiring thoughts
never shared with the world
because the worlds a place to fear
where people pity the sick kid
in his hospital bed
but not the sick kid
who's strapped in instead
my mind is like a cage
holding me inside
where my sould did once reside
until i sold it for a future
so now its where i hide
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