I hear sounds that my mouth didn’t make.
I hear words that you don’t ever say.
There’s a door, there’s a door to the cage.
I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid yet.
I see patterns of light in the dark.
When the red opens up, there’s a star.
In the sensory cave that you made; I lie awake.
I’m still awake.
I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck.
Face in the flood, my feet in cement. Hey—
I’m confused by the shapes in the dark.
The thoughts in my head.
I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead.
words - kelimeler
thoughts - düşünceler
thought - düşünce
there - Orada
stuck - sıkışmış
stretch - germek
still - yine
patterns - desenler
shapes - şekiller
stairs - merdivenler
cathedral - كاتدرائية
outside - dışında