We echo across the night

Like howling winds

As we tear free of our captors

Shriek like demons

Released

From our own walls

Spin like a dervish

Howl at the sky

Most fear to tread

Where we tread,

In the great social hierarchy

Of some system

None of us agreed to

Just found ourselves

Bound to by some

Unfortunate

Roll of the big dice.

Too bad no woman blew on these

Save us all the trouble

Of such raw

Unfocused energy.

There are some of us,

Some of us got lost.

And there are some of us who got lost

But found our way back,

But never untouched.

And the brothers and sisters

That didn’t make it

Fell to the chains

And to the battery

That we all partook…

Some more than others,

It changes the core

Makes it hard

Or shatters,

Those who

Didn’t trust in the pillar

At the center,

Fell too far left

Or too far right

And were swallowed

By the darkness

Or the light.

But those who made it back

With eyes like a shaman

Who can look into the abyss;

Step into the abyss

Feared and respected

Seeking those few

They can find

Leading them back to the center

To be given the chance

They were never given.