the cog is back in its place
there is nothing normal about this
from the inner to the outer space
nowhere else does this cog fit
back in the chair again
dreaming to survive
eating up the pain
whispering, "still alive"
a scream written in braille
feeling where to go from here
why succeed when I can fail
driven into the dirt by my fears
the bell will toll for one final time
till it all collapses around me
will the punishment for all my crimes
finally set me free?
