the accuracy in your flaws
seems to sharpen your doubt
and pressure forces
the lost faith in yourself
you see the crumbs of your image
in the depth of your palms
and only wash away
it's ashes with tears
you cannot evade
the confinement
of your despair
through any form of bliss
it's obvious by
the options you fathom
seemingly death is
your only escape
your redemption from bondage
- k y r v t
