Supermen

I can breathe now that your arms aren't held around my neck
I can walk now that your chains aren't locked around my legs

Eviction isn't a word I can pronounce since you cut out my tongue
Diction isn't a skill I possess now that we don't talk to each other

Computers and technology aren't signs of the future
We're all headed to see the dinosaur's graves

Love is an antiquity we've bred like miniature horses
Its back will break from any weight and fate can't help

Put that many knives into the wall socket outlets
We can end intelligence if we try too hard

My fingers aren't moving fast enough to replace my mouth and speak to you
Your hair spills out more words than I could ever dream to say to you through wires

My throat doesn't acknowledge your ignorance
But it still won't let me swallow food
I haven't slept in months because of you
I blame you for my suffering