Foretold visions of a memory
Open my eyes to a future bright red
No hope, No lust, No mutual gain
Why? I ask
Why is corruption holding me captive?
Why cant i break these chains of embodiment?

I do not want answers
Just lies
Wrapped in a poorly shaped dress

One which will caress me slowly
Hold me tighter and tighter
Until it chokes

Maybe then... It will let go of me
The random pain, anger, tears and the abysmal thoughts
That can unbelievably mold a man into an oblivious being
Finally! all of these torments


Will be gone...


But what will be made of me?