Slowly I slip off,
Out of my mind
And I can hear them complain
Of those like me,
Too dark to see.
I don’t think they know I’m insane.
My bones are not made
Of iron or gold.
My soul is not stainless steel.
This heart of mine
Has served its time,
And now it’s too broken to feel.
My tongue it too dry
To speak a word
So inside my mind I scream.
I know my ears
Somehow still hear,
But the world has gone deaf it seems.
I guess kryptonite
Has found its way
Into the folds of my heart
So I’ll pinch my wrist,
Cut off my fist
Until I wake up with a start.


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