Within this mind cries the unfed souls
of voices I hear but dare not tell
packed tightly 'n bound several ways
that none would dare to look inside
betwix the misery of memories 'n mind.
I hear them speak to me alone:
"how do you breath, when are you done?
must you cast your eyes on me?
Leave me be, let me feed alone,
torment and stain have no reward
for yours is the pleasure of pain alone"
For this is the vine of riddled tormenture
A journey that none want to taste.......
