Locked in a chest of my own hurt
No one else to throw me a buoy
Trapped and choking under the angered waves
A broken stick under more contorted branches
Claw my way back to a fabled shore
Slit my eyes again to blind me from this same fucking punishment
Cast out to sea in a crate of my own madness
My compulsion coming back is almost an orgasm to my vices
The hair that pulls and tightens itself has been freed
Only to be grabbed and choked again
Goddamn this constant current pulling me down
A deity\'s cruelty or my own decaying thought?
Who\'s voice do I trust?
Can I be fixed?
So many are too rhetorical
Why bother even building the bridge only have it burned?