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Coming Home
I sit and watch our world dissolve
A swirling mass of color among spit in a paper cup
The puppets...They dance
A meticulously choreographed opera of sorts
Backed by a mutilated soundtrack
Happy songs that drown out the screams from behind the heavy corporate curtain
We...The Sheep...Are led to slaughter!
Silver sparkled raindrops on patent leather shoes
Make blurry reflections of innocence lost
As I silently choke on the pool of vomit I call home!
Walking through the glittering stains of someone elses tears
I wonder why I ever came back
Until I stand on the Avenue...on the yellow line and I scream
But that voice inside...the one that makes me feel shame...
He laughs lounder than I can ever shout...he masks my cries!
Then...on that line...while the rain soaks me through to my numb flesh...
I walk away...I laugh with Him...and I think...
It's good to be home!
