blinded, you may no longer think in images
every trace of sight in your memory will be stripped
deafened, you may no longer think in sounds
music could never have saved you, anyway
stripped of words, no more language to formulate your thoughts
where will you turn to then?
every nerve i bind with knots
every limb i paralyse
Is it a dark prison
And does it set you free?
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