How I love to tear the sky in two
Make sure I am prepared
For the inevitable doom I forced myself upon,
The cage I lock myself in
Will keep me safe and sound.

I will decay in this cage.
I want, I must to live a full life
Without any sickness, without any hunger, any famine
My cage was built in my parent's bunker
How I love to watch the birds fly from my shadow-stripped window.

The temperature never changes,
I never touch the thermostat,
I never check the thermometer,
I can feel the heat from the cold,
I feel cold from the metal bars,
Like a frog.

Each day
The ice melts faster
I cannot complain.
Every day
I watch the TV,
Horrible things will and must happen without me

The shootings, war, famine,
Dying in the streets.
I want to die in my own home
In the suburbs where I belong;
I find the homeless disturbing.

Friends will only get me killed.
A beating heart does not live.
My warm blanket does not betray me,
And I can hug my pillow,
My mind is full of comfort.

Only cowardly heroes die
They seek the importance of death
I seek the conformity of life
They will never live after death.

We all know that the people clawing at the gate
Are bad news
They'll bring their war, famine, and sickness
Inside our home
They are not worth the extra dollars I would spend, otherwise.

For the creeps will claw
Against my protected barrier
Of understanding, there is none from them
My eyes look within their soulless husks
And my privileged heart lives without grief

The bloody beak pecks at the cold metal bars
As the Raven asks if I must stay inside
I decline his invitation
For I must hide from this bird with blood-lust
And I must ignore the humanity around me