I cannot wonder
I cannot dream
I cannot ponder
I can only scream
At every cut
Every trickle of my blood
They call me « Good experiment »
As they open scars for dust
The pain anchored in my bones
Echoing through these empty halls
Enslaved at 17
Enslaved for more trials
I can only hope to forget
The ache as it had started
When I opened another’s eyes
And first saw that pain charted
The father of gynecology
Came from a woman himself
But that woman in question
Fled to somewhere else
For all this pain
For all this ache
For all these nightmares
To finally wake
More dreams than I can count
Of myself stone dead
And every time I close my eyes
They re-open with dread
Without anesthesia
Without consent
Without mercy
Of all those hours spent
All this torture ignored
For the sake of knowing
Because my pain doesn’t compare
To the ones now growing
I’ll watch father disappear
Up into the skies
With his name on gold trophies
And his honor recognized
They don’t know of my pain
They don’t know of the dreams
Or perhaps somehow they do
Maybe they don’t care what it means
The founding father flies high
Knowing underground is where I’ll forever be
People; just know that whatever is fed to you
Isn’t the truth you’re meant to see