written by: Allan Kayiira
I want to cut myself to sleep;
And lie in my crimson bed forever.
Lie and unsock my skin from the red of my within.
To lie upon truth and learn of its tools.
To deny my bed of lies from tallying with preconceptions of mine.
To perceive the facts of life true.
Yet be accursed not, lost not in mysteries of fact.
And upon history’s gates my world shall paint me shamed no more.
distorted in the norm of reality.
I want to cut myself to sleep,
See as tomorrow,
I bleed no more in realms of falsification.