Engine engine number 5
Will I make it out alive
Time is twisting turning softly
Doing all it can to save me.
Every atom on my side
Space tears open, open wide
Takes me in through great steel doors
As they flutter to the floor.
Hold on gently, fragile bones
Grinding, screeching, screams and cries
Bellowing from somewhere nearby
Far away through confused eyes.
Lay me down onto the stones
Blinding sun and searing knives
Bright red ribbons sin compassión
I am only one of many
This is only mine.
– Written by Mr. T on August 7, 2011