the anxiety that captures me is not that of an upcoming misfortune or that of eccentric inspiration, but the weight of you on my torso keeping me keen to the torture i've grown accustomed to. i'm unable to scream in protest at the inescapable pain that awaits me always, the memory of you clawing and tearing at my throat until the chords i sing turn melancholy. let me free, oh, i want to be free, to look toward the golden notes that accentuate the horizon and release me from the prison you've created inside. let me free of this hellfire that cremates my heart and soul, leaving the ashes at the very pit of my being, only to rise and reverse the process over and over for me to endure once again. let me free, for i have surrendered to your horrid ways and only await for the day that i will bring myself to spread my wings and fly from the cage that is locked with the key you hold. soon, i will steal that key (it has forever been mine, anyways) and rid myself of your very existence. i will be free of you.
— just you wait
