The last time I breathed I thought I was a ghost
The intravenously inspected functions of my body
When they stuck me with metal
When they tried to get me not to stare
I tried to make myself get better
I shut off my cognitive systems
And the reset button wasn’t pushed by me

When I started speaking in a language I forgot
Like a possession unwanted by a weak zealot
I carved my birthday into my bone
I burned my name into my forehead
It just makes more sense to me
Because I can’t trust myself
At least that’s what everyone else has told me

There was a leper in my dreams
His bandages were more green then white
The spit fell from his mouth
And fell down under my feet

There was a paper doll in my mind
She lit herself on fire with sticks
She tried to hold me close
But turned to ash before I could feel her skin

You made it too god damn far
Past this insubordinates desk of papers
Just like a game board piece
You crossed the line like a horse