The room is dark.
I can't see a thing
Even though three candles burn
Right beneath my throat.
I'm fairly comfortable.
I feel at peace
Because I can't feel my hands
Bound behind my back.
What sweet cool air
I breathe in.
I'm unaware that I'm drowning
And the water burns my lungs.
A sword through the heel,
A bracelet of thorns,
A gown of snakes.
I am aware.
I know.
Through the one-way mirror
That I hide my thoughts behind,
I can see you sneer.
I play into your game.
Each time you disappoint me.
I'd hoped you would be better than this.
No matter.
I'll still stand by you.
