Broken on the Wheel
by War Hungry· from War Hungry
From the cradle up I’ve been just like the rest.
Condemned to a house of hiding, with bated breath.
Sleepless nights you guard your days.
Gripping onto numbered ones.
No witness.
Only gods live under the skin.
This is where we stood to watch the paint peel.
This place is where you are.
Broken on the wheel.