fingerprints left by stick figures

held hostage in a skeletal scenery. all thought drenched in ambiguity. holding an umbrella in a windowless room. stagnant motion. searing to bone. the hospitality of a southern cemetary. i cut down this forest. frail roots wither and burn. open your eyes. see the smoke rise against the hills. i can't stop running. they come with knives and tubes. i will hide by the river. by the shores they will force me to the depths. the waters of status quo. join hands with airbrushed models and two-faced reptiles.