Friendly faces that say friendly things;
I am entranced by fuzzy fog
covering my mind's eye completely,
as the friendly faces say friendly things
and I can't get past their strangeness
An alien is living with this family,
or rather, this family feels alien to me
with their strange faces making strange smiles
drenched in the horrifyingly obligatory routine
worshiping of the so-called blood bonds
And I can't fight the ticking and itching
urge to defy and try to destroy its sanctity,
because I didn't choose to be born
into this prison of bloodstained skin
that has never felt like a home,
with the fate of being trapped
within the walls around me,
that embody this endless isolation,
and the unreasonably blessed misery,
to just feel myself slowly crumble
Because the ticking
noises of every movement
and time abandoning me
always reminds me that
I can't hold my breath forever,
and I can't stop thinking
about how living just means
that you're slowly dying
