Brick&Mortar

You're all the same. Perceptions dictated by prescriptions. Running straight lines within the sphere. Dig in deeper. Fertilize the Earth. I'd rather stare straight through it's eyes. I want it to feel me. I've been unearthed. The shedding of dead skin. Prisms span through my vision, Though colors indifferent. Inserting pigment into the gray. I want it to die, But I don't want them to win. Searching for hope in a house brick and mortared with sin. Feelings I won't contend. The restless head never finds its peace. You drove me home, But left me in a Godless place. Rid me of the life I loved. It never loved me back.