tueS.day - feB.ruary 24th, 1987

Restrained...

Binded...

Locked in your cage.

I have every right to break out.

But then...

I am afraid of death.

Lock me up in a case

with no windows

no air.

So I can suffocate

all the while

you are dying.

You won't win this one,

I can't either.

We both lose

our winning hands

... and the hands

oh, yes the hands.

The grip so tight

that choke me so

that bring pleasure to me

all the while.

Those hands grow cold

their touch freezes

but then...

warms me so,

so burning.

How do I survive you?

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