How to break these chains
Binding me to this place
For I will never escape
My flesh is so weary
And I'm prone to self pity
With nothing to save me
But lies and reduction
A crushing tale
A concrete jail
Leaving no trail
Of my self destruction
“I am bored with these frantic cravings, tired of them and therefore myself, and contemptuous though tolerant of all my vast powers of self-pity and self-expressive misery.”
