The Pains that Bind Me by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

I’m conscious
Unconscious
I can’t tell the difference

Pain clouds my thoughts
Can’t distinguish the reference

Acute and transmitting
It’s sending a signal
Crash into the brain
Sharpened daggers a symbol

These are the Chains that bind me
These are the Pains that blind me

I want to get out
I just want to go home
Existence so fucked
From defective genome

Forcing a smile and
Faking the laughter
Expected reaction
Then cry hours after

I don’t care if I win
I don’t care if I lose
I just want the end
God or Satan please choose

A thousand generations of pain
Screaming signals to my brain

These are the Chains that bind me
These are the Pains that blind me

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