My loyalty was made known, and yet they still didn't find comfort
They were used to having whatever they wanted, without coercion
We are the beings who may exist without master and without slaves
We are alive, and must breathe, sleep and eat, but that is automatic
From the outside are the things hovering near my being, addicting
Trauma that I self inflict and tragedies I survive are all abstraction
Aware of torment found within my dying flesh and my starvation
