A Message To The Sectioned Saviour
After a while your skin begins to peel
by Not Long Left
It is then my dear when you shall feel
the pain that comes with knowing
Just where my mind is slowly going
You see time will turn us all into machines
Devoid of independent thought and dreams
Wither and weaken till we can survive no more
Come with me now I plead I implore.
Leave with me when the moon is complete
Tis the time when the rebels meet.