running in circles inside of a cube

Written by: bias fields

running in circles inside a cube 
up the stairs and out the window 
downstairs over a fence then under ground 
no ground above 
dirt fills my lungs 
living off the dirt 
a specks child 
twisted and warped 
flesh like a tarp
cold air and water mild 
dry skys tears 
acid wears on my minds eye 
nothing worth all this time 
life was fine 
smile now your not alone 
 slowly you turn to stone 
sitting in water 
unaware your only  sand 
just the same I am a man 
sitting in time 
turning into the dirt that I breathe