Eyes pierce flesh and peer within
They know
They see
They judge
They recoil
Below
I flee
I trudge
To uncoil
These contorted bindings of my own delusion
Sound offers no solution
I pity my worth
I escape to seclusion
I pierce my soul and peer within
I know
I see
I judge
I recoil
Death throes
Passing whispers
A burgeoning grudge
This mortal coil
Has taken so much from me
I will secure myself
No more will delusion strike its fancies
No more will pity find a qualm
No more will death erode
I will embrace the cold
And free myself
From these
Bindings
