I had reached the point
I had nothing else to give
on my feet I was dying
mind controlled body collapsing dying
ten hour days alone sighing
victim of persecution hostility flying
among petrol pumps slump hours dragging
among petrol pumps busy rush hours hiding
among petrol pumps safe from morgi monster screaming
among petrol pumps safe from morgi monster hate glaring
among petrol pumps customers locals tourists arriving
among long hours crawling time receding time long passing
among petrol pumps chatting friendly to faces traveling
among long hours passing strangers safe journey heart gifting
escape has no place in the mind
when body is sold wage slave blind
pay wage dues mortgage money will life bind
escape has no place in location crosshairs trapped mind
I had reached the point critical mass imploding
I had nothing else to give anxiety stress devouring
on my feet Russian Roulette chambered I was drowning
mind controlled body collapsing percussion cap struck igniting
among petrol pumps forecourt is flayed body dying
among diesel petrol fumes consumed rebirth trying
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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