May Anger despise me
and like raven, all hungry
pick out my eyes,
bound as I am.
May Lust cradle me
and gently take that pillow
to where breath ends.
Lazy and lonely, bound as I am.
Whitherin' and whinin'
she'll have no trouble.
I promise.
Breaking and bending,
naught but a dead guy
bound as I am.
Beyond sound
beyond hope
I roared my whisper.
I pledged her confidence,
pledged her faith
which
I did not have.
She
knew too well.
Her footprint in the rain was all
she left.
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