The ropes are tight

Wrists bruised and strained

Darkness, no light

Body is maimed

 

Obsessive thoughts

Raging through fear

Stomach in knots

Vision is clear

 

Purgatory,

That soul will go

A dark story

The guilt will show

Pick the feathers.

 

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