What am I

What have I become

Your presence has no tone here

For I forbade life

Hold no meaning in retrospect

Take apart my withered soul

And grind my body to dust

Flowing blindly through this life

Fingers ground to bone

Sawed down through the walls of oppression

What was once a euphoria has diminished

As my reigns are drawn tight by the mighty hand

Virtue is but a dwindling candle in the wind you shall forever blow

Lashed down to my final drop of life

Towing the beast birthing misery and woe

The egress bound shut drifts further out of reach