you scald me with your emptiness
words twisted like snakes
until they bend like clay,
wet and pliable,
wrapped around your intentions...

concealing silence
meant to heal these scars -
embedded deep into recesses
no light will ever consume...

i wait, feebly scraping memories
lacerated into my soul,
your brand evidence of that
compassion which lingers...

fearing only a cage, wings
unable to deliver me from this
final realization -

fated to play the sacrifice
that others may enjoy
happiness i cannot...

bars enclose me
i will never be free

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Haernos, in the year 128 MA.