I\'m tangled in the weeds.
The vines grip my bones.
They strangle on behalf of Greed.
Until my suffering is honed.
I gather my antidotes.
They kill the leeches.
Pride rows the boat.
Down through the reaches.
I\'m captivated by the pain.
This pinpoint aggravation.
I become the Wrath.
A result of my own suffocation.