...it, edit it, all is welcome(re-asked)? White Walled Cage
My ears have led me here following the voices that follow me
every night of every week of every month of this year.
A thousand face, strangers, not one face is recognized.
Looking around, tripping over my feet.
Unfamiliar voices, whispers of my name is all I can hear.
They don't know me, Do they know me?
Have I been here before?
I don't know them, Do I know them?
These white walls are blinding me.
I can't see, Can they see?
Rubbing my eyes, looking for clarity...
I can't see, Can they see?
God, their eyes are killing me.
Walking in straight line, sweaty hands, confused mind.
Louder their voices have gone
Turning against me, following me with their eyes.
If I hide, I can't be found. is this another escape of mine?
My eyes facing the ground, Please not those looks, those eyes.
If I run fast enough, I can survive. this is not another escape of mine..
Pointing fingers surrounding me.
Falling on my knees, squishing my head in my hands.
Trying not to hear. I can not stand for I am weak.
Closer they come. Soon I'm gone.
Their fingers, like drills.
Making holes into me, I am incomplete.
My ears have led me here following the voices that follow me
every night of every week of every month of this year.
A thousand face, strangers, not one face is recognized.
Looking around, tripping over my feet.
Unfamiliar voices, whispers of my name is all I can hear.
They don't know me, Do they know me?
Have I been here before?
I don't know them, Do I know them?
These white walls are blinding me.
I can't see, Can they see?
Rubbing my eyes, looking for clarity...
I can't see, Can they see?
God, their eyes are killing me.
Walking in straight line, sweaty hands, confused mind.
Louder their voices have gone
Turning against me, following me with their eyes.
If I hide, I can't be found. is this another escape of mine?
My eyes facing the ground, Please not those looks, those eyes.
If I run fast enough, I can survive. this is not another escape of mine..
Pointing fingers surrounding me.
Falling on my knees, squishing my head in my hands.
Trying not to hear. I can not stand for I am weak.
Closer they come. Soon I'm gone.
Their fingers, like drills.
Making holes into me, I am incomplete.