Heed the Jesters
Everything feels so much better when you just stop giving a shit.
나의 그릇은 어느정도일까?
뭘하든 나의 나약한 모습밖에 안보인다.
포기하고 그냥 편하게 살고싶다.
Freebird tried to fly on clipped wings,
Across the harsh land with rough landings.
So close, it envisioned the light of new life and new wings,
But was caught by the eyes of machine gun gattlings.
Unharmed, Freebird lay, not knowing what to do next.
KLOK-KLOK, knocked out, mind unconsciously vexed.
Smiling, it dreamed of light from a fading sun.
Awake, caged, it saw the darkness of its new prison.
Hours and hours, until it reached some comprehension,
Of this mind-fuck, this current daunting situation.
“Am I really here? The place I feared most?”
“Suicide? Before I meet the prison’s host?”
Fear to even do that, Freebird lay. Still. Quiet.
Chained, too scared to scream, just silent.
Footsteps of boots and the rattling of devices of fear,
The host is near and it seems hope does not exist here.
Heart-thumping, Freebird knew what to expect.
The host, its devices of fear it flexed.
Grimy metal, dirty, sharp, rust, rods, razors, wrenches, chains, chairs.
Tied-down right side up, upside down, bashed, gashed, physical nightmares.
Cut, slice, whip, beat, bash, belt. Repeat with electrical conduction.
Skin, fingernails, limbs, teeth, gashes, limp, screamed too much, voice no more functions.
Bloody, gore, sore, beautiful face nevermore.
Broken, chained, Freebird lies on the floor.
Left alone, chained, in darkness it cries.
Reality in this prison camp hell, Freebird’s demise
Consciousness departing, the dreams are flowing,
It sees light, the door of heaven brightly glowing.
With new wings, it approaches the glowing door.
Smiling, Freebird prays that it will awake nevermore.