Unmade in Japan

They kept tapping at my eggshell skull – I was bound to crack
They kept pushing at the pokes and pulls – I was bound to crack
They told me to shut up, just do what you’re told
if you argue or object, you’re out in the cold…

They wouldn’t stop, kept knocking me down – I was bound to crack
They wouldn’t quit, kept kicking me ’round – I was bound to crack

I was bound to crack…

They kept the pressure on my burdened bones – I was bound to crack
Against their wall they hammered me with stones – I was bound to crack
They told me to shut up, just do what you’re told
if you argue or object, you’re out in the cold…

I was bound to crack…

I see the splinters and I watch them grow – I am starting to crack
Before I know it all I’ll have to show – and I’ll show…them…all

I’ll soon be sleeping centuries in an angel’s bed
never-ending dreaming, moonlight in my head
in one-million pieces, but I’m free – I said, I’m free…
(Happiest day)
I’m free…
(Happiest day)
I’m finally free…
(Happiest day)

I’m finally free…

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   3 March, 2009  

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