freedom of a normal world
streetlights twinkle in different
colours
all lipsticks are found in thirty-seven
different shades of blue & black
little birds wear tiaras and eat
your children's food
lighters say
"i love you"
in a metal voice with a fluffy tone
i think something is wrong with
this fucked-up world
but i'm the flaw in this
commercial of sex & death & money
therefore i scream
and all i see are white bright lights
and needles to stop me from
expressing my point of view
(back.)