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Sont-ils prisonniers?
Devrais-je les libérer?

This seclusion frightens me

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What happened to youthful armies, manicured gardens
Proud role models?
Now I sit, dependent zombie
Longing for the physical

One can't destroy energy
One can only transfer it
What if I never acknowledged reality
Could I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up, as if to grow towards the sky
Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to Hell
Grabbing air pockets to free yourself
You trip on extra limbs and crumble in

The dirt feels cold and soft...
Seems so foreign yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment
Laying there, get an internal perspective
Molecules mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren't sure about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is
The way to live for centuries
Coffins float upside down like cumulus

Knock and see who's inside!
You wonder how the doors don't swing open
Are they locked in? Should I release them?

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead
But I just keep looking back
You never told me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt

Does controlling pain make it void
If energy is transferred, not destroyed?
I invite them to all join
Forcing confusion through ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is still not the way you want to end
The leaves swing down to tuck you in
And this is where you won't wake up again
And I hope you will – I'm just not convinced
Feel the mantle pulse

The fissures throb, the nucleus bellows
You see those around you, who felt it all along
Black eyes and superior senses
Curious noses seem, they seem apathetic

Should they really care?
They know, they knew what we refuse to understand
Prevention only goes so far
Make way for the newborn!

There's only so much carbon in the world
Take, take a number
You've had your time, get in line
You must be this good to ride

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
And now, I should be trudging ahead
But I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt
You must be this good to die

Writer(s): Alissa White-gluz, Christopher Kells, Daniel Marino, Simon Bambic-mckay

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