Wrapped gently I’m in agony tied to life that is lifeless. I stand still in time needing to be free and true.
I am the girl tightly wrapped in gentle bondage that has taken over my life over and over again. Seeing is far and believing is away. The ties that bind are holding me so tight that I am pushed to the breaking point of the cliff's edge. Life has stills and moments that are empty like a hollowed out egg shell. Tainted and filled with nothing I profess to be a girl who is slowly showing death and no face of expression.
As my hands are bound tight I feel like I’m floating, floating like a butterfly in a deceiving world. I see nothing, hear nothing, but taste the death of girl who’s wrapped in gentle bondage. Gentle as it is, it hurts like hell! Burning on the eve of a cold winter’s day that seems like its a hundred degrees especially in my mind. I can’t fight it! I can’t get free! I am just bound in the murky madness of a mind that has an ending, but only to end tragically.
I’m tired, tired of all the flesh eating viruses and the mess that plagues me at every waking moment while I’m held captive but ever so gently. It’s me lying here and manifesting my own ego and preparing for the grand finale. The grand finale of the showing that’s wrapped in madness, lies, happiness, and fear that has embattled me. Why me I ask? It’s the conclusion that’s striking in many aspects of this whole mess.
Poof it’s over! The finale, the ending, it’s over! Then I wake up and look at myself and realize “get your shit together!” As I see myself I touch my face and my hands look tattered and swollen. Rubbing them has made me realize that gentle bondage is in my mind and I’m in a cycle. A gentle but tragic cycle that continues to keep this girl in gentle bondage.
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