Transfix

Affixed to death you seem to be,

dedicated to your final bow

even when I as an escapee

attempt to slow ending as time allows

a question of why resounds aloud

for why would someone heed a careless thing?

darkness pacifies the truth abound

for twisted it seems this linguistic string

yet I plan to capture your demon

seal it in a mason jar forever

as long as you can find some reason

and realize ties don’t need to sever

The day will come when torments cease

only to illuminate true peace.

 
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